1:41:07
"I was the one who found them.
1:41:10
It was time to clean
the scat from the pens...
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...so I had the buckets and the shovels.
1:41:16
And then there was blood
everywhere in the snow.
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All of them torn and smashed,
even my little kits.
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A bear, says Papa.
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Though when has a bear gone
into a half a dozen pens...
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...without breaking the gates?
1:41:31
Mother says nothing.
1:41:34
But she's only a black spot these days
and refused to celebrate Christmas.
1:41:39
I dreamed that Fox came and was angry
for what we let happen...
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...that he held me down on the snow,
and I felt his hot breath on my face...
1:41:48
...felt it bitter in my throat...
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...and felt his ice eyes
cutting into me.
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I wish...
1:41:58
...l wish he would come soon.
1:42:03
Mother...
1:42:06
...sleeps with me now,
and it is cramped and tense.
1:42:09
You would think that...
1:42:11
...another body under the covers
would bring warmth...
1:42:17
...but I awake feeling drained, like
she's pulled all the heat from me.
1:42:23
I'm doing the cooking now,
and my eyes...
1:42:26
...are always red from the smoke.
1:42:29
The wood is too big
for the cook stove...
1:42:32
...but the ax has gone missing,
and we can't break it down.
1:42:40
Mother says hell is a cold place.
1:42:46
Maybe...
1:42:50
...l'm the soul not of a she-wolf...
1:42:57
...but of a soaring bird...