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Chapter Eighteen: June

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June arrived the way June arrived in mountain territories — not gradually, not the slow incremental warming of the lower elevations, but with a specific decisiveness, as if the season had been waiting behind the ridge for its cue and had finally received it.

One morning the light was different.

Not just the angle of it, though the angle had been changing for weeks — but the quality. The particular golden weight of early summer light that made everything it touched look like it had been slightly
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