Twenty years ago, when I first came to the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont, we let our cell phones die. There was no signal. We were moving off-radar. I remember the feeling of immersion almost physically. There was nowhere
Twenty years ago, when I first came to the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont, we let our cell phones die. There was no signal. We were moving off-radar. I remember the feeling of immersion almost physically. There was nowhere
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Twenty years ago, when I first came to the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont, we let our cell phones die. There was no signal. We were moving off-radar. I remember the feeling of immersion almost physically. There was nowhere
