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a Midnoosky woman appeared from the forest. Her back was bent beneath a pile of firewood, bound together with hide straps. It was only as she neared that I noticed an unexpected detail—atop this heap of sticks was a swaddled infant, strapped in like any other piece of wood, & contentedly asleep.
To the Bright Edge of the World
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