Nonfiction | June 02, 2021

The Valley of Boys

Sage Marshall

Boys, boys, a valley of boys. We lived in a small town. The snow rose in silent blankets outside the classroom window. It came down so white and heavy we couldn’t see the mountains. We listened for the low growl of the snowplow in the playground pushing the snow together. By recess, there would be a large, long mound of snow on one side of the playground.

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