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Latitude Sixty-Six

South of Everything

A Silver Spangled Hamburg rooster in a charcoal herringbone overcoat and burgundy wool scarf standing on an icy rock at the edge of a frozen shoreline, pale blue glacial ice floes in dark water behind him, overcast sky

The ground beneath him had been receding for years, though he had never adjusted his posture to account for it. Some things, he felt, were best met standing — particularly the ones that would prefer you didn't.

16 April 2026