I remember one time a vision. Like a dream but no sleeping. The smoke of the fire in my nostrils and the smell of the fur under my body as I was curled upon it. Dirt on my skin and I think an ocean close by. The sound of the crackling warmth and a sense of family, my people, my tribe.
In this culture, in this life, I've felt lost in a lack of tribe. Imprisoned in the absence of it. Maybe that's why relationship holds such a hopeful attraction for me. One of the reasons anyway, I suppose.
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