It was all dreamlike. I kept checking my little injuries, my bruises, my pulled muscles, scraped toes inside my damp boots to make sure it was real. Gannara was helping but it hurt when he did because it was usually stepped on toes or pokes in my ribs or, more subtly a pinch or poke at my elbow. I was tripping over myself all the time. Being fessas all the time… and out-city without
Published on February 17, 2010 14:36