Crowned by snow-capped Tetons and what appear to be clouds of dawn, it’s the kind of flick you’d snap after waking up alone on a flight that’s landing somewhere more a little more pure than where you were before. The cover of Ye-a twenty-three-minute reflection on inner demons, family, and public life-is a serene shot of the sprawling fields that swim for acres in that as of yet untouched corner of America.
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