On Cariboo this morning I saw a full grown skunk who’d been struck by a car and dragged itself to the curb. It was resting its head on the curb and it had that look in its eye. Hell of a day sign.
Poor skunk
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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!