"From the tail end of winter I would go nightwalking... I'd strike off into the black trackless forrest blinded. Offer my body to whatever harm this place might wish to do me. Try to see surviving night not as suicide averted or botched but as proof I could rest easy against the malignity or indifference of the universe and refuse to fear the world I occupied."
- Thirteen Moons
Happy Thanksgiving.
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