On Sodom Pond

Postcards from rural Vermont

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Summer II

Is it true that one short season can sustain you for the other three (or if you live in Vermont, with seasons of sticks and mud, five)?

Is it true that you can lose all sense of time so that the one short season then feels like the longest?

Is it true that one can be fed so fatly on green and sun and cool that one loses all memory of ice and frost and fire?

Is it true that if you live fully just one 24-hour period of this short season it will come back to you later when, groping in dark, you need it?


Drink deeply and believe.
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