"I did not count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stowaways. Great ghosts of my life, great ghosts of old wives, and their howling. So I spent my wilderness time rolling on the ground, pulling my hair, rolling on the ground, wrestling them off, yelling at no one, punching snow. I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture. I bid them away, pleaded and cried, and said there’s no room in my life for you or you or your howling. Let me undo these ropes and go on living without you, not just change where we live. Go on get. I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off after getting set free, but there’s no such thing as living without their prowling."
Mount Eerie
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