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there there
I grinned at the River Dragon. He opened his arms to me. “There there,” he said, patting my back. “There there, it’s ok, you won’t always be this happy. There there. Don’t worry.” Giggles poured from me like strings of … Continue reading
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nothing is required of the rock
I went and found my Giant. I pressed my hand to his chest. All I wanted was to lean into his heart. All I wanted was to curl myself up there. He wrapped his hands around my shoulders and held … Continue reading
I was there to let him go
He came to me again last night. I was so happy to stand in the lee of him. To walk in the same light, descend the same stairs. We made sense together. I wanted to stay beside him. Several mornings … Continue reading
On deck with Rebecca
The trouble with lost is you’re lost. “Captain,” she says, repeating, “Captain.” How long has she been calling me? I am a heap of rag on the deck. The ship sails smooth through open water. Small lappings, lift and plunge. … Continue reading
a thousand words for yes
If, as they say, education is the key, then I say a girl needs to learn a thousand words for yes, so that she might take them into her body and make the world of them. Something like this… Yes … Continue reading
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this work in progress
The Ferryman is stretched out on the dock, hands behind his head, face to the sky. The river sings softly, laps the dock, rocks the boat in its moorings. There will be no crossing today. I turn away, content with … Continue reading
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exchange
The Ferryman is rowing hard through stormy waters. I sit tucked up tight with my head ducked away from the wind and spray. I wonder if it’s worth it to go out in all this weather. Does it make sense … Continue reading
no difference
I went to the Wellspring, but could not see her there where she always is. I sat and looked out over the scrabbly ground, breathed in the scent of rock and brush and feather. The stillness of the place welled … Continue reading
just wait
“What’s this?” There’s a bridge across the river, where there was none before. A stone bridge, arching over. It surprises me. Why would the Ferryman allow this? It crowds him out. Crowds his service. I wouldn’t think he would like … Continue reading
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