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308 pages, Paperback
First published September 13, 2022
Your moshom never lied to me, but there were Cree legends he told me that I knew weren’t true, that represented something else. Like I know that Canada isn’t actually on the back of a turtle. I know that Wisakedjak didn’t create humans. He didn’t make mud out of dirt and water, mould that mud into a humanoid figure, dry it over fire, and breathe life into it. The theory of crows seemed equally tenuous, but provable, if you were to go to the place where you would be remembered.
Your grandfather used to say that you could remember the land, even if you’d never been on the land before. Your grandfather used to say that the land could remember you. It works the same way with crows, Hallelujah. They remembered him, they would remember me, and they remember you. They pass these things down through the generations.
Regret covers everything. It’s like thick fog. It’s hard to see through. Your grandfather says that he doesn’t regret anything because you can’t change what happened. I don’t know if I believe him. I think we all wish that we could go back and do at least one thing over again…We can drown in regret.

