Winter River Walk During the last three years I have lost: my hair three times; eighteen feet of my intestines; a portion of my liver; a layer of tissue from my left lung; two ovaries; one uterus; several lymph nodes; any feeling in the bottoms of my feet; control over my right hand; seventy pounds; my right hip; and any sense of privacy. However, I have not lost my love of gardening, hiking, and skiing. And my new right hip makes me feel as if I am twenty-five.

I love this snowy December light. I’ve been imagining snapping on my skis and heading out across a field, or skiing down slopes with a pool of shade at the base of fir trees, a place you wouldn’t want to end up in. Sunk up to your hips in snow. I’ve been watching one of the many mindless television shows I watch on one of the streaming services. It’s in Italian. A whole bunch of people are stranded in a beautiful inn in the Dolomites after first an earthquake, and then an ava

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