for the people born under the wide blue sky that always seemed a little too blue, a little too big; for the corn stalks poking through the snow that chokes the land; for the trees that only grow by the rivers and are forever just on the other side of the horizon. for the farmsteads that died, and the native people drowned out of their lands by the white man’s dams

(cover art © matadelanimasola)

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