The most beautiful fliers prosper in the dying land. As we approach zero, we are born from it again.
Buzzards in the Smoke of Sexqéltkemc Territory
The Last Hurrah
The world is burning this summer, but, darn it, some people are still going to have fun. Smoke be damned. It can hardly be about romance. Grim determination, perhaps. I dunno. I […]
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