Rowan Tate



When My Father Built a Fence, He Said It Would Keep the Bears Out, But I Knew It Wouldn’t

Bitterroot. Minor apocalypse. Because I am the keeper of the rainwater, I scatter it over the wild garlic like a sermon. There must be a river for everything to return to. Who will speak today? Who will answer? Every woman …

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