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if you listened, really put conscious action into listening, things began to sing.
A moose.
I knew he knew I was there.
hiding from memories of a family and days without pursuit.
I was empty-handed, but something in my chest was burning a little brighter. I was okay with my decision, but not okay with the consequences.
In a way, I got that moose. He visited me in my dreams.
I knew he knew I was there.
a building buried deep in the trees.
“Do you think circumstances make people turn bad? Or that people make circumstances bad to begin with?”
Camus
a plague of madness.
“We are actually both motivated by the same thing: survival.”
James Bay
corporate-sponsored vacancy.
“No one is more important than anyone else, French.”
We walked slowly, out of habit, out of fear, but also, now, out of reverence. This space felt untouched.
so much was still supposed to happen. The intent and plans hadn’t had time to vacate.
floor-length windows on either side of a stone-mantled fireplace.
this space that was not forest or dilapidated barn.
After so much time in the wide-open, I was pleased to be contained.
watched this new place illuminate.
She would have spent the longest in a real bedroom before the hunt began, way more than any of us.
the rogarou
An old-timey story!
And mother and grand-mère and Catholic are all erased and I am just a woman.
Everything in his gut sang “move, move, move.” And Miig was a man who lived by his gut.
some kind of million-dollar view.
Here we had beds and warmth and walls. It was luxurious.