The Water Glass
The snow in Allegheny doesn't fall. It accumulates. It sits on the ground like a blanket that nobody asked for and nobody knows how to remove. I sat in my car in the clinic parking lot and watched it pile up on the windshield, layer by gray layer, and I thought about how my life was exactly like that windshield: covered in things I had not put there and did not know how to clean. It was...
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