"and i belonged to that winter. i was born one february inside a snow so deep it collapses the roofs of houses. i crossed infinity to come to life through an angry, screaming woman, as if i arrived from the place where storms were created, a world were a bad medicine was made from the bodies of women and men, the milk of deer, the loss of land" pase
— Jan 18, 2026 03:06AM
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