Competition Twenty-Six Shortlisted: Yes, The River Knows
I am cold, Mama. ‘ The river knows, child,’ she would say. ‘Soon, she will bring boats, laden with pelts for the winter.’ She was always right. With the coming of the frost, I would watch the canoes arrive, the trades swiftly made, before sliding from the shore and melting back into the […]
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