a hunter-gatherer living in a post-agrarian world START HERE . . .
It’s been almost fifty years since I was plucked from the natural world of my birth but, still, I’ll pop the stray moth or ant or roach into my mouth and don’t even realize I’m doing it until Marta screams at me that I’m a “grost animule”.
Without her knowing, those protestations are making sure that I never fully lose that and I kind of love her for it.
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