Joy Baglio’s Ron (from Tin House #75)

I loved this passage from the Joy Baglio short story, Ron, published in Tin House #75, in which she describes the sensation that sometimes follows when having potentially just met someone special:

We left the museum after dark, enveloped in a kind of wonder that happens rarely: last-day-of-school, first-kiss, foreign-city kind of wonder. The kind you wish you could stretch out like cellophane, over time and space, so it reaches all the far corners of your life.

Lines like that justify an entire year’s subscription.

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