The wind is gusting so hard I could hear something hitting the house earlier. The siding is flapping like an NFL commentator’s beak. I am not feeling too bad, and my vision is, finally, completely clear (I had two separate episodes of aura yesterday).
Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!