fallen to the wet slop, looking like a tired tongue hanging out.
Meanwhile, they looked up, higher up, anticipatory almost,
religious. No one knew that up there was an English-as-a-Second-Language
She could not see the towns or people below, but considered how
and thought how she had formerly thought how this horribly descended
to control my students’ writings? Why, when life is, as one student
real life getting more and more earily quite?’” The teacher got out
and following one snowflake, the complexity possible in each structure,
she would correct would be her pettiness, so that there was prettiness.
Attempting to drive over the mountain was that man wearing
Not the deep question, What good is one flake or person? but What
steering, till perched on his naked hand, superimposed like the sharp-eyed
the teacher. He too stopped, ditched, but could not see how she saw
the only door for miles, his door, and how suddenly—suddenly,
reached out—his hand—and helped her into the knew. Suddenly,
And very unlike him, he made a claim: human feeling—maybe even love—
the one she had slipped off and now dangled between them, what was that
so that the bigger being could live? She wondered, she said, how long
it would be before someone below found it, the other.