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from Postcards from Vermont

Wyn Cooper

Postcard from Glastonbury, Vermont

In the first five years after World War Two, eleven hikers disappeared inside these town lines. Those who live nearby will barely get out of their cars here. No that there's much to do, except look at the woods, and there's no one to see--64 square miles, and not a single resident. In Bennington, the Veteran's Home has an unobstructed view of Glastonbury Mountain, rising like bread in the morning. Though the mountain is oblong and the town a square, it's known as the Bennington Triangle. When I explore the long-abandoned roads, they follow a path that has nothing to do with the land they traverse. They seem to be spelling something I can't read, no matter how many times I retrace my route. I think it is two long words, but don't know which ones. I am welcomed and spurned at the same time, as if the mountain can't make up its mind.

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