“
Sometimes, I am the beast in the darkness. Sometimes, I am the ghost.
”
― Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust
― Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust
“
The season was waning fast
Our nights were growing cold at last
I took her to bed with silk and song,
'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long...
I must prepare my body for passion.'
'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene...
A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared...
As our longing for love can never be
...more
”
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