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February Moon

My children have spent so much time living with terrible realities that I’m afraid they no longer take the world’s dangers seriously. I wish for them to simply be children, and for myself to be burdened with nothing more than a mother’s routine fears for their safety. Gretchen should not lie awake at night listening for monsters, and Peter is certainly too young to be the man of the house. Yet here we are. Hugging him is like hugging a warm corpse, and when I release him, he trudges into the cedar line without a farewell.

My children have spent so much time living with terrible realities that I’m afraid they no longer take the world’s dangers seriously.
Fox Red, Life Red, Teeth Like Snow

Hungry wolves eat pieces of the world, and the most ambitious hunters go after pieces of the heavens. Hryggda has heard it told. Wolves have been hunting the sun since her autumn waning, but she has escaped, hidden herself in a den to sleep until spring like a bear. And now, it seems, the forest's hunters aim to eat the moon.

No troll’s life is so shaped by her body.
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Fox Red, Life Red, Teeth Like Snow

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No troll’s life is so shaped by her body.
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