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Companionable

Hours alone on big granite open him to suggestion. Hears things. A horsefly’s buzz grows conversational, human. A cascade’s far-off-ness mimics the rise and fall in syllables, windblown. From snow couloirs blue enough, a caw’s inflection may float to his ear like talk—as do just now a couple of ravens winging high above tarns late…