Crossing the Penobscot, one found a visible descent in the scale of humanity.

The rabbit runs faster than the fox, because the rabbit is running for his life while the fox is only running for his dinner.

It’s no good, you’ll never outrun a bear,” says the logical friend.

I imagined my first night alone in bed with my stranger. I conjured our future years together unhampered by worries about money or officialdom. We would enjoy the day, the night, a smile, a word, a kiss, a glance. All lovely thoughts. All pointless dreams.

Written By Lisa See

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