Elizabeth, your vacation sounds wonderful. Only, the last few times I’ve skied on pure-white snow, I’ve either left it spotted and flecked with blood (which shows up with wonderful vividness) or strewn with broken pieces of my skies!

Jesse, I enjoyed your poem. At first I felt like your last stanza dropped significantly in tone, from poetic to prosaic personal essay, until I realized the significance of the name of the brother. That was neat.
I’m about to charge directly into a virtual pile of TPS grading. Here I go…
Now you know where to look for me if I never come out!

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