At last the thermometer has broken into double digits. I and my friend Hsiufang don our snowshoes and head for the meadows. The snow is sterling white in the sunshine. It is as if last nightÕs moon had fallen and spread herself atop the hills. We walk and walk in companionable silence at each otherÕs side. The miles glide by. In time, Hsuifang speaks. She has family living in Wuhan where a virus rampages the city; but she does not talk of this. She tells me of a recipe she found tucked inside a box of photos, passed down from her great-great-grandmother. She mentions Xue, her cousin, quarantined in Hong Kong, and IÕm reminded of my son, his once-cocooned body, trying to survive childhood leukemia. To even say his name would bring forth tears. I merely sigh. We walk and walk and lose ourselves along unmarked terrain. The afternoon shadows cast by slender birch trees paint tiger stripes across the landscape. The woods draw close. We are silent once again. We have no need to speak. My th
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Nancy Cook, WHEN THE MOON HAS FALLEN
At last the thermometer has broken into double digits. I and my friend Hsiufang don our snowshoes and head for the meadows. The snow is sterling white in the sunshine. It is as if last nightÕs moon had fallen and spread herself atop the hills. We walk and walk in companionable silence at each otherÕs side. The miles glide by. In time, Hsuifang speaks. She has family living in Wuhan where a virus rampages the city; but she does not talk of this. She tells me of a recipe she found tucked inside a box of photos, passed down from her great-great-grandmother. She mentions Xue, her cousin, quarantined in Hong Kong, and IÕm reminded of my son, his once-cocooned body, trying to survive childhood leukemia. To even say his name would bring forth tears. I merely sigh. We walk and walk and lose ourselves along unmarked terrain. The afternoon shadows cast by slender birch trees paint tiger stripes across the landscape. The woods draw close. We are silent once again. We have no need to speak. My th
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