Truly, they’re as close as the skin, and in every breath... and still my mind and heart want to know where the land sings for them, where the old bones rest... And the lesson that burns like tears is that it’s all singing, I am here now, that is good, and that is enough
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Sylvan ThorncraftPracticing mother, weedwife, animist, human, who's very thankful to live on the coastal plain of Southern Maine, in Wabanaki terretory, near a place called Owascoag. Archives
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