Tom recalls a shimmer of bluebirds in the Flat Tops Wilderness. Tom and Laura chat about a well lived life.
“In the distance, through a driving snow, a haze of blue appeared against a snowfield, then faded out of sight. Light sheet lightning in a fog, the ghostly blue cloud dogged my path . . . “
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