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"I am DESPERATE for recs for nature based novels, isolated settings, lonely protag[o]nists, unexplainable happenings, sparse prose, unhinged imagery..."

Having the privilege of not choosing is the other Impossible Meat.

Ferryman embarking.

“Ebb

I know what my heart is like
   Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
   Left there by the tide,
   A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.”

–Edna St Vincent Millay

Sequence.