The Dread and Bewilderment of Walking in Circles
At one point we grew so frustrated in our circling that we struck off, bushwhacking in the direction we guessed the water must be. By Robert Moor.
Continue Reading http://www.newyorker.comAt one point we grew so frustrated in our circling that we struck off, bushwhacking in the direction we guessed the water must be. By Robert Moor.
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