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July 2014, vol 10, no 2

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Priscilla Van Valkenburgh


I stop at a traffic light in Montpelier, Vermont. On the sidewalk a woman is running away from a man. Turning, she shouts at him. Even with the car windows closed I understand. She's mouthing, "I don't love you anymore!" It's so clear, so shocking. Then the light changes.

fall foliage—
the bright blaze of autumn
burns itself out