Climate Notes

Notes on smoke, apps, "models," and Redness

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From the front porch of our rented house in the Missoula valley, onto which we recently dragged our sun-faded (dusty blue) leather couch, where I sit on summer mornings to drink coffee before the temperatures climb too high, I can see a few of the hills and mountains at the edge of town, layered by distance in a plait of dissolving color, and it is to…