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The prairie almost seemed to mock them with its beauty. Every inch of their skin was covered with bites upon bites. Their faces were purple and swollen. The mosquitoes bit through cloth, they bit through hair, they were implacable. Every being suffered. Yet they kept moving.
”
― Chickadee
― Chickadee
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The trees were making their spring sounds, popping and cracking, the snow blowing by and whooshing against her skin, and spring birds making their small and distinctive calls
”
― Treaty Words: For As Long As the Rivers Flow
― Treaty Words: For As Long As the Rivers Flow
