Dissonance
A walk along the river on an unseasonably warm day.
Content warning: non-graphic mention of hunting
A primal dissonance hangs in the air as I navigate the trail, sweat gathering in the curve of my spine against my backpack with the exertion. The trees stand mostly bare, sprays of bright flame foliage clinging to the mountaintops, softened by the diffused atmosphere of wildfire smoke originating many miles…
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