"The Tlinglit seriously have one of the best artistic aesthetics of any culture."
"Phoenix
Wakes
to a whiff of stale fireplace,
ash flour-fine on her lids.
Flashes
on feather tips blazing,
scorched-grass reek,
eye-searing embers.
Fireweed rising...
Lurches to her feet,
sooty pinions cramped,
blistered leg still tender.
What conflagration?
Shake out your wings."
--Elise Partridge
"We should just stop teaching people that hating stuff counts as taste." --@668_Beast
Fugitive Wolves. (thread)
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