#which btw u can read for free on the new yorker

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“During the day Ennis looked across a great gulf and sometimes saw Jack, a small dot moving across a high meadow, as an insect moves across a tablecloth; Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.” (Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx, 1997)