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Far inland go my sad thoughts. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I remember hunting animals, the good food. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I hunted like men. I carried weapons, shot reindeer, bull, cow, and calf, killed them with my arrows one evening…
The day we met, class was starting and I faced you, sat opposite you in circle. You were not shy about showing people, you said. Still, you weren’t speaking to me and I had not ventured out into the world since my brother died. I was shy, nervous, my balance jarred with every smile, name and conversation. When I unexpectedly saw the scar left by…