I pull out the manuscript of the memoir I wrote 8 years ago. This is Chapter 27. It’s a conversation that Jakob and I had about snow and grass that I remember vividly all these years later. Some things remain the same…
I pull out the manuscript of the memoir I wrote 8 years ago. This is Chapter 27. It’s a conversation that Jakob and I had about snow and grass that I remember vividly all these years later. Some things remain the same…