Apr 12, 2022
My Father Tried to Preserve Nature—And the Best of Him—In His Writing
My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.
My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.
Is it as eerie as I think it is, this mirroring: the one-woman dogs; the girl babies who come too early, too small?