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Show Motherlunge a novel 88 A story. Out of luck, under a spell, denied a rightful inheritance? Practically everything can be solved by a journey, I had learned from stories. And after the adventure, after the educational exile, the peasant always returns to restored peace in the kingdom, whereupon a communal sigh of relief caresses the land like a benevolent wind. "Pffft," I said, exhaling the breath I'd held and modeling a Mediterranean fatalism and ancient belief in destino. The animal I'd just killed-whatever it was-was now only a spot on the highway. It was, I told myself, already small and getting smaller, coagulable, solvent, self-limiting. No one was going to blame me forever. |