A journalist observes life in the far north.
Slate the week before he turns four months old.
I post this picture here and now because I know the days of Slate sleeping in a basket are fleeting. I want to stumble onto this picture sometime in the future and remember him like this—tiny, rosy-cheeked and good-natured.
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