i don't want to be seen as a pretty thing;
it's the pretty things we're always breaking

trees on 19

driving back to northfield today the trees surrounding highway 19 were frosted with snow, like so many browned and greyed old men and women. the light brown and soft white combines to create a soft, pinkish hue, even in the midday sun. the snow is deeper here than in madison, beautiful and tangible, an incarnation of “white christmas” and “there’s no place like home for the holidays” combined.

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