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| Skinning the Deer | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I wander the woods with a vengeful dragon and a hateful demon at my back. I run over the countryside with a faithful fleethound at my side. I lie curled into a comma on a mountaintop under the protective gaze of a MoonWoman, both white and black, who has given me time and a new face and name, and a new deerskin dress to wear. |
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| I have too many words written on my back in my own blood not to fight. They will never disappear, but maybe one day they will heal into scars. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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