Moon of the Crusted Snow, by Waubgeshig Rice
“‘Yes, apocalypse! What a silly word. I can tell you there’s no word like that in Ojibwe. Well, I never heard a word like that from my elders anyway.” The first sign that something is wrong is the home satellites stop working, TV screens gone dead. “We might actually have to have a conversation,” Nicole … Continue reading Moon of the Crusted Snow, by Waubgeshig Rice
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