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I’ve been formed by glacier…formed by a land molded by the freezing and thawing of water. I’ve rafted, as a child, on a lake formed of ice melt, waving to my father as I pushed away from him under a gray, isolating sky…I have muscles in my legs and shoulders that formed in response to picking up glacial rocks, and my imagination has exercised itself on the thought of ice lying deep on the land.
…The landscape of the northern prairie, which seems so passive, changeless, lacking in surprise, is in fact a place of power and mystery to those who know its story and who carry that story on, a core of coolness in their hearts as they stoop in the sun to a rock, lift it off the earth and hold it, smelling a strange, musty scent deeper than earth as the sky revolves above them and from the north a cool breeze springs.
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