"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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