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Aw fuck, who she been burying: "The scent of cool, wet earth rolls in all around her."

Gorgeous and heartbreaking: "she did not hold the thought of him but clutched it too tightly like a tiny coin purse."

That whole section is breathtaking.

💜: "from womb to wicker"

I love how much this speaks to both the way Marshall sees himself and how others have treated him: "No one has found the courage to curl their one and only pair of arms around something so violent."

Also, pretty sure that experience has primed him for a little too much susceptibility. Shit.

Yep, rain, heat, cold, wildfire ash falling like snow, still bent over those rows: "Most every one of the guys I worked with was undocumented with fucked up lungs."

Lol: "Marshall is racking up bruises"

Omg these two: "Marshall delivers an elbow"

Yeah, this isn't making me feel better: "I do expect it to be unwavering."

Aw damn, I'm so conflicted. I love Maya (and responsible husbandry) and she scares the shit out of me.

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I looove watching Shepherd Maya do exactly what she is supposed to be doing (:<

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Damn, Shepard Maya, you SPITTIN

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Sounds like something someone in a cult would say 🤔🤔🤔

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