Backpack/packraft trips are a lot easier when an aunt is in town to share the load. And Little Bear becomes an ever-better boat passenger, who still requires constant restraint to keep out of the river.
It was perfect.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Backpack/packraft trips are a lot easier when an aunt is in town to share the load. And Little Bear becomes an ever-better boat passenger, who still requires constant restraint to keep out of the river.
It was perfect.
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