Lying Permafrost

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This t-shirt feels soft and lightweight, with the right amount of stretch. It's comfortable and flattering for all.

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (Heather colors contain polyester)
• Fabric weight: 4.2 oz/yd² (142 g/m²)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping

Don't believe a word.  
It's right in the name: perma. It means unchanged. And frost: that's ice. But it's neither. Not permanent. Not frost. We all know that. But it keeps calling itself permafrost. Just because it's 23,000,000 square kilometres and 24% of the exposed land area of the Northern Hemisphere it thinks it's all big and important and it can lie any time it wants. It's like it doesn't even care.



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after all these years

This year, for the first time in sixty summers, my forehead’s hot and my throat’s sore as I walk the path to the High Lake. I pass the same black ponds, dependable as memory as my boots squelch in the low moss.  Some places I pass soggy footprints from last year where I’d stepped off the path, now filled with black liquid. That, like wet moss, used to be new.

I get to the top of the hill and the lake comes into view, brimming in it’s bowl, bigger and blacker than I’ve ever seen. I keep walking but ache all over. Am I that old or just sick? It’s hard to swallow. I start coughing and it won't stop. I fall on all fours, the knees of my pants instantly soaked. I can’t breathe and my head feels like it’s been hit with a rock. Blood spatters the undergrowth as I claw for air and collapse like a sponge. The spores cover me like a blanket.



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