OUT OF PRINT: get off the ground if you're scared by some by sea

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With all those miles mired in metaphor, this was the year that "The Winter Rush" finally made sense; this was the year I drove to California for her, where briefly, nothing felt impossible, but eventually as the months went on, nothing made sense, nothing had sense. We grew accustomed to fictions, writers of imagery that did little to belay our distance any longer, and all momentum ceased, and floating in the air in front of our eyes was this enthropic haze. --huy