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that''s when the voice started. it unpeeled from the layers of bark and echoed. it was, and was not, human. it was juniper berry blue in my mind where I held it as it spoke, in my hands where i felt it, dust, weathered. steeped and smoked with the centuries of Juniper growing, Juniper seeking water, Juniper breathing and releasing the thin air.

Every night i held out that dissected goldfinch for us to peer inside of. It never seemed to decompose, only remained a just-dead yellow form, neck broken, changed from a body to a map. we followed the blue lines like veins in the mountain range of her ribcage, not because we had any idea what we would find, but because it felt like the only thing in the world to do.

RTC

"It was hard to shake, the smell of humankind. We cling to the world like ticks. Only way to get us off is to wrench and turn counterclockwise, until our teeth loose their grip in the great skin of things."

"But perhaps it was a blessing, an act of grace, to be washed clean by owlness, and only follow the heartbeats of the dark night, no longer the sorrows of the human world."

“When you hear a story, little child, it has been folded and unfolded a hundred times in the mouths of its tellers. But the truest stories come right from the source.”

"I know you think because I never could speak to you your way that I was simple or dumb or made in the wrong body with longings only for coyote-girls or something, but you are all mistaken. I have loved quietly like any boy."

I'm not sure what to make of this, but I'm intrigued.