Your Weekly Forecast: Leni Zumas

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“Snowflakes salted the early dark, the street a white field cut by tires and boots. A siren, laughter, throbs of music from the takeout. Our mother thought my brother’s apartment was too loud, not guessing that Riley used the noise for company. Snow was an ear feather. Airplanes blinked in the sky.” —Leni Zumas, The Listeners