For those who are out walkingone fine day and see a laddermade of blue on the blue sky,the rungs so clear they blend,do you climb it? For those stuck in a small townthe day the circus leaves,the day the bookmobile shuts up,do you meet someone who has stayed stillfor decades, and, as evidencedby their words, has just lettheir mind die? If so,how does that affect … Continue reading Ascent and Death by Heather Sager