By Laura Mota
the cows are benevolent and full of flies. / wilderness needs to make its case against nature romanticization. / I tell the cows that my partner’s kisses taste like quick disapprovals.
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As I take a peek outside my home office window, there’s currently no snow in Montréal, but those of us who live in this part of the world know this will likely not be the case for much longer. It’s been a relatively mild autumn so far, but with winter on the horizon, I’m having a hard time figuring out how warmly to dress. It’s not quite fall anymore, but it’s also not yet officially winter. We’re existing in a strange in-between zone.
By Laura Mota
the cows are benevolent and full of flies. / wilderness needs to make its case against nature romanticization. / I tell the cows that my partner’s kisses taste like quick disapprovals.
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