Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.
There is a legacy of violence against native women that has gotten worse and worse over time.
A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.
Power travels in the bloodlines, handed out before birth.
I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.