mwalls
he didn't mention the girl he once knew. he thought to bring it up, timidly at first it entered in the corners of his mind, then he imagined shouting it, triumphantly, to the bus full of strangers, the people tangled in circuitous every day motion, and to the man next to him, he said nothing of her
the animals as entities roam. they let sound move up out of them the most instinctual sound from beneath the skin beneath the throat the fur moving over winded willows wide tundras sandscaped village with power