Josie/Jocelyn Deane


The wind is leaving through the leavings, through the cut sprig in your hand the pressed daffodil seedling a single feather in bush. Light a match, burn them together: scent is the most bio-degradable sense; they entangle there like roots, …

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The kingdom, hero absent

after Breath of the Wild A still lack of verbs in the landscape: cliffs still the climate— rain on the grass, mist off the streaming, lighting in the draw-distance— still temperate, monsters unhelpful, but no new aggro, no random encounters. …

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