There, hanging weightless in the void, I saw it: our pale blue world under its papery blanket of light.
Hi, friends—an essay for you this Saturday morning, first published in 2020 in Tupelo Quarterly. Some announcements at the end. Also, many thanks to abstract photographer JR Korpa for this strange, enchanting image.
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