From the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
February 15, 2017
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All around are forested slopes with fog spread out on them, and in the valley trimmed lawns, wooden houses with white columns, and the everyday sounds of a university facility: the lobbing of balls on the tennis court, the sound of lawn mowers, the rustle of automobile wheels on the asphalt. Limply sprawled in the wooden chairs, we give ourselves over to contemplation of the landscape.

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