November 13, 2020

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"What do you mean what happened to me?" I responded. Waking up deep in the fairyland of ice, listening to the tinkling of natures glass breaking and the soft dripping of the melt, I realized I couldn't get either close enough or far enough away to capture its essence. I stood on high ground, hiked into the swamp, knelt, crawled on all fours, laid down on my belly, rolled over, laid on my back. Nope. I finally put the camera down and just let it soak in. When I got home wet and covered in mud Carolyn was having coffee "what happened to you?"