Bivy Tales

In pursuance of those messy/wild/transfigured things…

Sara Ann Aranda

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Photo: Eliza Earle

Creative and Collaborative Storytelling

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“When first light spread across a lake to our left, Emma’s quick tempo was the only thing I could hear. I forgot to bring gloves and my hands found no refuge in my synthetic sleeves. We chattered and stepped firmly into the morning rise. Ridgelines appeared as strings of blue, then pink, crescent moons. Moons we could walk on, run across, without floating too far into the sky…”