4 Feb 2022

For all the dungeons and dragons and treacherous passes, we are safe in our yurt, feasting on rare meat and white beans. It is warmer with people at your side. Together we’ll decipher these old scrolls, these MTA messages, these college bar anthems.

Two women and a man sit inside a yurt, empty glasses and plates on the dining table in front of them. A painting of a mountain hangs behind their heads. They are bathed in warm orange light.

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