As it changed, as the clouds stretched out and the orange flared up and pink reached out to meet the blue, I started thinking of it as a description, a letter, not a lawyer-sounding one, and not a tome, but a start, an account for Sawyer and for me of what the day did out here, and what it was like.

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Tome: A Chamber Opera in One Act, by Gregory Bryant Bolin, libretto by Maile Meloy, based on her story, "Tome."
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