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the country was busy worrying about how we didn’t pay an extra tax on Levi’s jeans and Kit Kat bars to listen to what we were shouting.
“The Great Lakes
right around the time California was swallowed back by the ocean, they were fenced of...
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“The Water Wars raged on, moving north seeking our rivers and bays,
Ironically, at the same time rivers were being sucked south and then east to the highest bidder, the North was melting.
it was the only way to make the kinds of changes that were necessary to really survive.
they stopped reproducing without the doctors,
worst of all, they stopped dreaming.
the understanding that was withheld from her youth so that she could form into a real human before she understood that some saw her as little more than a crop.
rolled over onto my back, reaching up to tap the raggedy dream catcher I’d bent out of branches and filled with vines
With all this sickness and movement and death, people got sad. One of the ways the sadness came out was when they slept. They stopped being able to dream.
Rose
she hadn’t shared her coming-to story yet,
We clamored out of the camp, all elbows and bravado, feeling our superiority, owning our luck.
Wab
“Nishin?
the language.”
It was painful, but I didn’t really mind. The more I described my brother, my parents, our makeshift community before Dad left with the Council, the more I remembered, like the way my uncle jigged to heavy metal.
Instead of dreaming their tragic forms, I recreated them as living, laughing people in the cool red confines of RiRi’s tent as she drifted off.
ever since the North started melting there were more rains.
Wab and Chi-Boy
It was important for Hunters to keep time, so we could keep track of each other and the day.
Cross twigs on the paths when you change directions to find your way back without tipping off potential predators.
“Bows are sustainable. Eventually we won’t be able to get more bullets, and at least I can make arrows,”
Our lives were a series of actions twinned with “just in case” reactions.
Every year the world was making us more aware of change.
for now there was just movement, especially for us: the hunted trying to hunt.
another set of roots protruding out of the fallen tree.
From where we were now, running, looking at reality from this one point in time, it seemed as though the world had suddenly gone mad.
Poisoning your own drinking water, changing the air so much the earth shook and melted and crumbled, harvesting a race for medicine. How? How could this happen?
Were they that much different from us? Would we be like them if we’d had a choice? Were they li...
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I didn’t want to know what they did. And I didn’t really want to know if I’d be capable of doing it.