"She lay at the edge of the hazel coppice, one cheek pressed to the moss that smelt of worm cast and the last of the sun, listening: to the wind in the elms, rushing away from the day, to the jackdaws changing their calls from 'Outward! Outward!' to 'Home now! Home!' " - - A fan-mix for the novel "Hild" by Nicola Griffith, I'm totally obsessed with this book.

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