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Distant Mt Baldy
Fitz laughed. Katie could name the snows in her life, enumerate them on her two hands. And of course, since they’d come to California, before she was born, he probably could too. Snow was something Katie saw, on the rare clear day, as a bit of white on top of distant Mt Baldy—something of no more consequence to her than a white-haired man living in another city. But Fitz’s childhood landscape had been a wide quilt of white and dark green, the Minnesota winters and summers stitched together by a child’s booted footprints tramping through snow, then mud, then snow again…

mt baldy photo by Bill Qualls

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