“the air veined with balancings in the rootless spaces where endless worlds are formed and dissolve snow duvet dancing in the night beating in the heart’s ear of a language so close to being here — memory of snow on… — Lorand Gaspar Copy Share Image
My earliest memory is being in a snow hole, aged two-and-a-half, with my dad somewhere up a mountain in a blizzard. I don't know what my dad saw in me - I was a geeky kid - but he had… — Tommy Caldwell Copy Share Image
