Various other squeaky-voiced small birds jump around the branches, distinguishable as kinglets, nuthatches, and others to those who care to tell them apart. “Otso goes,” it finally said. (Previously I had been going out back to defecate in the woods, having been unable to find anything resembling a toilet, and She won’t speak her name.
“If we’d gone inland, they’d have sent land-dragons instead. A solitary drunk stands at a corner, calmly waiting for the race to pass before he staggers a little closer to what might be home. They seemed to perceive only what was essential to them—only what was metallic. More than two would have been pushing it, but that meant nothing to some rough sleepers.
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