![]() ![]() Repeated Seasons will eventually create more ice at the poles, sinking the sea and making your “Arctics” and “Antarctics” larger and colder. This land, then, was three lands-though these are in virtually the same position as what will someday be called the Stillness. In those memories I was someone else, just as the Stillness was someworld else. The person who witnessed these things firsthand is me, and yet not. When I narrow my gaze and squint into memory, I see faces and events that should hold meaning for me, and they do, but … they don’t. ![]() Usually there’s just a leg, some wing-scales, a bit of lower thorax-a whole that can only be inferred from fragments, and everything blurred together through jagged, dirty cracks. They are rarely intact, these frozen, long-lost lives. My memories are like insects fossilized in amber. Let’s end with the beginning of the world, shall we? Yes. ![]()
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