If needs must, she could do those things for herself-or find another man. And yet...she needed him-would mourn his loss if it came. Perhaps forever. In his present vulnerable mood, that knowledge seemed a great gift.

I wandered the earth a mercenary, daring the gods to kill me but surviving because part of me was already dead.

Worldwide, companies pushing for vast new coal mines and coal export terminals are increasingly being forced to similarly reckon with the unique legal powers held by Indigenous peoples.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

Written By Truman Capote

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