“I told him I had been having awful nightmares. All of them about the woods, the paths, the tree, footprints, the sounds of an owl. . . . I felt death in these dreams and I also felt lust. Lust like I had known when it was fresh to me and it wasn’t tired and worn-out and bettered only by violence.”
— Sep 24, 2025 12:13PM
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