In this moment.
Misty tree tops. Bundled up in beaver and mink. The ocean travelling home but never to rest. Days turn to night. MaPacho breathe. Hibernation time on Haida Gwaii. In our home, a new friend. She helps me remember to play. Teaches me patience. Hugs for days. He’s whole. He’s my man. My teacher. My soul. I’m taken care of. He’s helping me become the best woman I can be. A big gust of wind. A deep belly breath. Soothing ice water waves at sea. My hands getting numb. In the village. Here to be family. Orange light shines at the cemetery. Squatted against a log. No birds around. A car sounds. I yawn. My nose drips. What’s for dinner? We picked cedar and flowers for our bubble baths before bed.
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