Wednesday reading

Winged Histories

I made a tiny bit more progress. I liked this description of hope:

I know what I saw: hope, like a desert aloe. Hope, stubborn and bitter to the taste. that hides water. That bears the drought. An ugly plant with the power to heal.

Also, not quite a title drop, but:

Now often at night it seems as if there is something abroad in the wood with wings or something that breathes as it sits upon my chest. I get up in the night and go to the flap of the tent and open it ... The wind blows ...