Afterimages
Greetings, writers—
I’m back from the woods, but I can still smell the warm fir1 needles and feel the shock of diving into that cold, slick lake.
This particular trip, which we’ve taken almost every year since 2015,2 is one of the most intensely joyful, physical experiences of my life: a week of hiking and swimming and eating and reading in the sunshine of a meadow and then falling into a cabin bunk bed at night in a state of thrilled exhaustion.
Thinking about the wholesome hedonism of the week (I mean, it does include cocktails) drew me to today’s exercise, which comes from the poet Jay Klokker 3 and
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