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ash-rigby · 6 months

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Rockin' and Trollin' (Female Troll) [M/F] [T4T]

Featured Characters: Trans male human and a trans female cave troll. Both are adults.

Description: Gabe is enjoying a weekend alone at his aunt's cottage when he's visited by Vaux; the troll woman who lives in the area and frequents his bed when he's there. She wastes no time in starting the fun.

Contains: Oral Sex, Multiple Tongues, Grinding, Riding, Overstimulation, Mild Scent Kink, Mild Cardiophilia.

*Note For Trans Readers: Words for male genitalia are used for Gabe’s bottom growth, but the words “cunt” and “folds” are used for him a few times as well. Words like “shaft” and “length” are used for Vaux’s anatomy and she engages in penetrative sex with Gabe. This was done for trans readers who either prefer or don’t mind things being this way when they’re depicted in erotica. Please read at your own discretion.

Completion Date: October 31st, 2023

Word Count: 2518

There is no better remedy for the effects of day-to-day horseshit than some time on the lake. Gabe would always be grateful for his aunt who owned a small cottage and allowed him to stay there every once in a while. It provided a retreat to relax, work on his book, and just generally enjoy some peace and quiet to himself. For the most part.

While the cottage wasn’t high-end by any means, it did have running water. The luxury of a shower was particularly appreciated. Especially if one wasn’t fond of letting lake water dry on their hair and skin after a swim. Steam billowed out around Gabe’s ankles as he exited the shower. He dried off, quickly ran the towel over his hair, and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the bathroom.

The air felt comfortably cool and the hallway was dim with the fading day’s light as he made his way to the bedroom. He was startled by the sight of a figure sitting at the foot of the bed, sucking in a painful breath and letting out a choked sound of alarm. The person tittered, immediately cementing her identity and putting Gabe at ease.

He coughed. “Jesus, Vaux.”

The cave troll sat with one leg crossed over the other, a hand still lightly touching her mouth from laughing at Gabe’s expense. As usual, she was completely nude. ‘Cave-living and clothes don’t mix,’ she had once explained to him.

Gabe was used to this. It took some time before his face wasn’t constantly warm with her in sight, but he managed to establish a sense of normalcy about having a hot naked woman around the place. However, his attention was now caught by just how much she had changed in the short time since he had last seen her; all thanks to that magical troll brew of hers which he was jealously certain was far more faster-acting than his shots had been.

The most noticeable difference was that she definitely had tits now. They were small and cute; probably a perfect fit in Gabe’s hand. Or his mouth. He looked up to Vaux’s face, the smirk he met conveying that he had been caught staring. He cleared his throat.

“Nothing else going on in the woods on a Saturday night aside from scaring the shit out of me?” he asked.

Vaux’s fangs flashed as she smiled, her bat-like nose wrinkling slightly.

“Saw you swimming earlier. Thought I’d drop in,” she said. Her head tilted to the side. “Not a fan of swimsuits are we?”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. He sighed and ignored the question, starting to walk over to the bedside table where he had left his phone.

“Aw, don’t be grumpy,” Vaux teased. “I just had to come and see that cute little butt of yours up close.”

She reached out as he passed her, hooking her finger into the top edge of his towel and pulling it off in one swift motion. Gabe gasped at the sudden exposure, but the edges of his mouth quirked up. He could never stay irritated with her for long, especially in her adorable eagerness to strip him and start what she had really come for.

“Vaux,” he said, drawing out her name in a tone of feigned warning as he slowly turned towards her.

She was grinning, clutching her prize and waving it enticingly as her tufted tail swayed behind her. “Come and get it, then.”

Gabe obliged, heart rate increasing as he knew what he would be 'getting’ when he approached. But he kept outwardly calm. Even as Vaux dropped the towel on the floor and placed a clawed hand on his tattooed thigh. She littered his stomach with kisses, lingering on the large freckle by his navel.

He shook his head. “Whatever ever happened to 'hello’, dinner, and a nice talk?”

“Seems like I have a meal in front of me already,” Vaux said, one of her three yellow tongues darting out over her bottom lip. She was perfectly mouth-level with his dick, looking up at him with those big golden eyes. “So check that off”

“Fair point,” he said. He brought a hand to her face, fingers gingerly tracing her jawline to her chin. “And you look so good down there. I’m not about to argue.”

Vaux smiled and brought her first tongue to his cock, giving it a gentle lap. She paused to let out an almost disappointed-sounding hum and fix him with a theatrical pout.

“Too bad I caught you fresh out of the shower,” she said, the remainder of her complaint falling short, slurred, and trailing off as her mouth was drawn back to him. “I love how you—you usually smell…”

Her tongue laved over his dick; circling, teasing the tip and length. Gabe’s hand went to her thick, dark hair.

“Get here earlier next time,” he said, giving the strands under his fingers a light tug and causing Vaux to gasp against him. “More than happy to smother that pretty face in my musky cunt.”

He received no response. Vaux was far too engrossed in devouring him. His breathing turned heavy, interspersed with appreciative groans. She always made him so hard; he could feel himself twitching and throbbing. Sweat sprang up on his skin, effectively ruining the work of his shower.

Vaux’s tongue left Gabe’s cock. He felt it extend past what would be the normal length, gliding over his folds to find his hole. It teased his entrance, probing shallowly. His body trembled as her other two tongues joined in. They licked at whatever they could reach; twisting, pressing. Saliva coated him. Her nose kept nudging the head of his dick with her slightest of movements and it was a shock each time.

“Good girl,” Gabe praised. Vaux giggled and he sucked in a breath at the vibration. “Fuuuuck…”

He stood there and took the onslaught; chest heaving, head slightly dizzy. His hips would rut forward on their own, burying Vaux into coarse, damp hair. Groans and other strained, choked noises of pleasure tumbled from his lips, somewhat sore from his frequent biting. He could feel himself getting close; cock pulsing, hole twitching around the mild penetration.

The tongues retracted.

Gabe looked down at Vaux in time to see that mischievous grin find her again. She leaned back in, closing her lips on his dick. He jolted as all three tongues danced around him in the tight, warm space of her mouth.

“Vaux!” he cried, his knees nearly giving out. “Shit!”

His mouth stayed open, breath stuttering. He released Vaux’s hair only to tightly grip her horns seconds later. They were short but perfect for this. A primal instinct to thrust overtook him and he used them as leverage. Any coherent words were overtaken by loud, gravelly moans. He bent slightly over her, his pace frantic as she sucked. Her hands found his ass, claws digging in. The sting was delicious.

Gabe came like a shot; pulling Vaux tight to him, hips stilled and jutting out, head tossed back, crying out as his cock throbbed hard against relentlessly teasing tongues. They didn’t stop until his eyes were rolling back. It was equal parts relief and despair when Vaux released him.

She sat back, licking her lips and staring up at him.

“Always a pleasure, Gabe,” she said, her tail wagging audibly across the sheets.

Gabe met her eyes, then roamed her body; panting, heart hammering in his ribcage, still horny as fuck. His gaze fell between her legs where the proof of how excited she had gotten from just giving him head was. He grinned and pushed his sweat-slick hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” he said lowly.

Gabe moved towards Vaux and she got the message, scrambling further backwards onto the bed. He gave her a light, playful shove to make her lay completely down. She yelped theatrically, letting her arms fall raised above her head in mock surrender. Her voice was lost as he captured her lips with his.

“Need to taste yourself, don’t you, perv?” she teased as he pulled away.

“Not as much as I need to get my mouth on these tits,” Gabe said.

He turned his attention to them, dragging his tongue in the space between. The taste and smell of her skin almost made him drool. He followed the curvature of her breast to the nipple, licking and sucking at it. Vaux made small, quiet noises; whimpers staying trapped in her throat. It wouldn’t be that way for long.

Gabe fondled and made a mess of Vaux’s tits until he could feel her hips shifting. Working his way lower, he left kisses that made her quiver. He blew a long, slow breath over her flushed head, chuckling as the length twitched. Vaux suppressed a gasp as he licked a single stripe down her shaft and back up again. He teased at the leaking slit before taking her into his mouth.

His pace was slow; dipping, retracting, switching to lolling his tongue around the head before delving back down. He could take her so deeply, loving the feeling of her throbbing in his throat. Her body squirmed, jolting when he swallowed. As he upped his pace, her voice rose. Those sweet, desperate moans he had been craving to hear. They went straight to his cock and it wasn’t long until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Gabe pulled off of Vaux with a lewd, wet pop. He wiped at the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, moving to straddle Vaux’s hips. She lay beneath him, glistening with sweat and staring with a dazed expression through hooded eyes. Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh, god. Fuck me, Gabe,” she whined as he lowered himself, pressing his soaked cunt to her shaft. “Fuck me.”

Gabe began to move, rocking his hips and grinding onto her. The flesh pressed against him pulsed with every drag. He leaned in to muffle her sounds in a deep kiss. It was a hungry thing; many tongues tangled, breaths brief, hot and dizzying as they moaned into one another. Gabe broke it, bracing himself on the mattress. His hands dug into the sheets and he growled as he humped harder, his eyes fixating on Vaux’s bouncing tits.

“People—ahn—fuck…and people call me the wild animal,” she said, breathless. “Ahhh—shit, Gabe, you’re so good! It’s so good!”

Gabe moved faster, making her moan loudly and toss her head. Her mouth was open, each of his quick thrusts punching shorter, choked-off noises from her. He was as close as he could possibly be without letting her slip inside him. The sheer heat and wetness were intense. Skirting the edge, he groaned.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” he asked, unstable from his brutal pace. “Just from me grinding against you?”

A little drool escaped Vaux’s lips, her eyes rolling slightly. “Yeeeees!”

“Hah—let’s fucking see it then,” Gabe said, gaze locking on hers. “Cum for me, Vaux. Cum.”

“I'm—I’m cu—ahhh!”

Gabe paused, denying himself his own orgasm to experience hers. She throbbed hard under him, spending herself over her stomach. Aftershocks visibly raced through her, wracking her body with almost rhythmic twitching. She slumped, breathing hard and whimpering; such a pretty performance.

Gabe raised himself, taking Vaux’s still-hard shaft into his hand and teasing the head along his slit. She practically convulsed, wailing shakily.

“G-Gabe!”

He stopped, grinning slyly. “Is that a no?”

Vaux shook her head.

“N-no,” she said, her grey cheeks darkening. “I don’t think I can cum again…but I want to feel you. U-use me to cum. Please.”

Without another word, Gabe sunk down onto her. His appreciative sigh was drowned by her moans.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m so sensitive.”

Gabe went easy on her, much to the chagrin of the part of him that screamed to ride her into oblivion. He moved in a languid, circular motion, leaving a majority of the work to his hand as he rubbed his cock. Vaux caressed up his thighs, fingers brushing his ribs and scars, a palm pausing over his heart. He took his free hand and held it there, pressing her against the hammering beat.

Her eyes widened, a hard throb finding her deeply nestled length. That was new, Gabe noted and stored away for a later time.

“Wow,” she said. “Don—ah—don’t pass out me.”

“Hah—you neither.”

Gabe’s dick raged under his own touch. With renewed energy he sped up his movements, bouncing minutely atop Vaux’s hips. Even that short of a thrust drove him wild. His bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he started to moan, his hole incessantly gripping the burning shaft.

Vaux’s head tipped back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gabe!”

Her chest heaved, the whole of her body shaking.

“Little more…little more,” Gabe chanted. “Hold—ahh!”

“So hot…you keep—ahhhn squeezing me! Fuuuck!”

Gabe’s head swam, the scent they had stirred up intoxicating him. He mindlessly slammed down onto Vaux. Tears welled and streamed from her eyes. He would have to end this soon or he could break her. But his hole had to feel fantastic for her; he could feel it going wilder with every second he got closer to release.

A few more bounces was all it took. Shoving Vaux fully inside for the final time, Gabe stilled and came with a series of loud moans. He felt the intense pulse of his cock against his fingers, throb after throb in time with a radiating, full-body ecstasy that had his walls clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

“Oh, god!” he cried. “Ohhh, shit.”

Vaux’s frantic, breathless voice snapped him back.

“Get off—fuck…get off me. I’m gonna lose it.”

Gabe complied immediately, weakness sending him collapsing sideways beside her. Catching his breath, her reached out and tenderly smoothed back Vaux’s hair. He cupped her cheek and wiped at a remaining tear with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

Vaux huffed, smiling crookedly. “Me? I’m cool. Are you sure you didn’t slip a disk or something?”

“Shut up. I’m serious.”

“I’m fine,” Vaux assured with a roll of her eyes. She shifted to lay on her side, facing Gabe and tracing circles on his bicep with the tip of her claw. “Actually, you’ve got to do that to me again sometime. It felt insane.”

“I don’t know,” Gabe drawled. “That looked like a lot. Got the spare brain cells to burn?”

“Like you wouldn’t love having me as your dumb little fucktoy.”

Something warm in Gabe’s chest stopped a retort.

"I like you for you, Vaux,“ he said. "Don’t ever change.”

“Pff, alright, Romeo,” Vaux said, though her smile was soft. She quirked an eyebrow. “What if my tits get bigger?”

Gabe hummed. “That I could be persuaded to accept.”

Vaux chuckled and laced her fingers with Gabe’s, snuggling into the mattress and closing her eyes. Gabe felt the post-pleasure bonelessness creeping into him. He leaned in to kiss Vaux’s knuckles before settling in himself.

He heaved a contented sigh. “You’re helping me wash the sheets tomorrow.”

“Whaaat?”

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#ash originals #text #spicy #terato #terato writing #exophilia #monster love #monster lover #monster girlfriend #troll #t4t #oc:vaux #oc:gabe

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hautevaux · 7 months

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ANONYMOUS ASKED : It was late but they had been watching for weeks. Once they knew the shop was closed did they wait and then when all was clear did they smash through the door shouting. One went straight for Vaux who was still there while the others grabbed as much as they could. The one kept Vaux away, pushed him against shelves and shoved him to the floor, kicked him and then when they had grabbed as much as they could did they run.

His sseamstresses had left hours ago, the workload heavy for that week and yet the tailor chose to not keep them a moment over closing time; proper rest was important, and he would see that all of his staff were well looked after.

His receptionist, however, had remained behind for an hour to catch up on admin, and once she had left had Vaux locked the door and headed back to his own work. Custom silk shirts for a rather formal bachelor party were not going to make themselves, and he was hard pressed for time that week as it was. The rush order was good money, even better advertising through word of mouth, but it robbed him of his own resting. That night was due to be a late one.

The sudden smashing of glass came as a fierce surprise, the echoes of loud and frightening shouting enough to have Vaux instantly drop the scissors in his hand and attempt to get himself as far back as possible. Alas, he was not quite swift enough, with thanks to a long days worth of fatigue, and ere he knew quite what was happening did he feel the hard confines of a shelf against his back.

He remains standing where he has been shoved, both back and head throbbing from where they had come into contact with the polished walnut. His heart, oh how it hammered within his chest and sent both adrenaline and nausea throughout his person - panic simply immense as fearful eyes watched bolts of fabric and jewellery alike be pilfered. So much he had worked for - stolen before his very eyes.

Pushed to the floor, Vaux chooses to remain there; low and out of the way, even if it meant remaining within the broken glass from both door and smashed window. He's trembling, attempting to ignore the further pain that courses through his person as he is assaulted ere all falls silent.

For some few moments Vaux dares not lift his head - the low light of a lamp within the back room his only company. When he is all but certain that no other soul lingers he slowly sits himself up.

Tears stained his expression, hands turned palm side up bloodied where glass had sliced at their delicate poise, a story much the same for one elbow and the grazes to his side where sharp ends had protruded clothing.

In a state of shock, he knew not what to do other than to sit there, stunned and shaking.

#Tw: injury #Tw: abuse #Tw: violence #Tw: blood #Someone save the poor soul pls him frighten

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sexy-opium-ravioli · 1 year

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Rainy Day

Hello hello! First time I've put something out in a while, but here you go! Some Lizard Man and Gyoza Girl friendship :) Fandom is Dorohedoro and characters listed are Kaiman, Nikaido and Vaux (mentioned)

No real warnings, platonic friendship, fic under the cut

Kaiman’s dreams, as he understood them, were frightening. But in a way he could also accept that they were progress, maybe even prophetic at times. That’s what dreams were sometimes, right? They were the culmination of a brain trying its very hardest to make all the pieces to fit together, and his brain? Not many pieces to begin with.

The rain poured for three days now- Nikaido must’ve been feeling horrible. He’d visit when he’d stop feeling like death himself.

Even when the man would wake up, sit and rub his scaly head, the dreams lingered behind the backdrop of his eyelids whenever he closed them, swirls of magenta and lime green churning beneath like an underlayer of cold, deep water. A chaotic mix of sentences and words almost familiar to him would ring in his ears like little bells, chimes leading the lamb back to the shepherd. Who was his guide?

No one, it seems. If the hole were a dark maze (which is almost absolutely was in every sense), then he and Nikaido were blind, grasping for any tactile sign that would guide their way. But for now, they feel no such thing.

His dreams still swirled in between his ears like a dark current, too swift to reach down and strike the gold beneath. But still, he could see it, twinkling at him in mockery at something so close but impossible to even touch.

Kaiman sighed, rubbed his scaly head with his calloused hands, and started dressing himself. The wind picked up with the rain, now, it was starting to rattle the thin glass of his window. As he finished putting a shirt on (Nikaido’s shirt, which he now permanently stretched out), he saw that the streets were beginning to flood. With the streams the water rushing down the street, trash floated and spun while threads of black soot densely settled on the bottom, its own riverbank.

The lizard man decided that it would be nice to walk in the rain. Even though he hated it for causing his friend a pain he could not understand, he still liked how it smelled and how it felt on his skin. Magic did not affect him, it did nothing but cool him off. The plastic leather of his ribcage jacket always sounded so nice in the rhythm of the droplets hitting him.

The rain always led to a nicer walk through the hole, if such a thing could happen. The usual vagrants that he and Nikaido constantly had to slice through would scurry away and hide, seeking shelter in dark corners and the shade big gray buildings could provide. A couple days ago, Kaiman spotted some when he was working at the emergency ward. They were always the ones that ended up in the ward anyways, but Kaiman didn’t work for a wider cause. He worked for answers, a potential means to his end. He was getting through to the deep gold under the swift current, but it feels like he’s still just searching for flecks of his brain through the dusty concrete of where his body was found.

And then suddenly, as if his feet were not his own and his body was attached to a string, he was led to the alleyway. He looked at it, and felt himself reminisce. Hope and disgust and dread and sadness were imbued in the concrete now, and sometimes Kaiman could see some sort of- spirit. All the manifestations turning into the rainy soot and evil that this hall had for his life.

He moved onto the Hungry Bug. There was a part of Kaiman that was hoping it wasn’t closed, that Nikaido could be feeling okay and not sick and cheery like she usually was. He always hated where he was when it came to situations like that, he would knock on her door and not know what to say.

Guess it was another one of those days, because the Bug was closed and the shutters locked tight over the building, almost looking like it was curling in on itself through a fitful slumber. Everything was dark, for Kaiman’s beacon remained unlit. He tried to keep his disappointment at a manageable level, but then his stomach reminded him of the most worldly suffering- hunger. And how he associated his best friend with the smell of hot frying oil and the sound of quiet, weird music streaming through her restaurant's walls like a perfume.

Her presence always made things weird and funky, but Kaiman loved Nikaido for that.

Eventually, sulking his way through the rain, the lizard man got to the back entrance of the Hungry Bug that led to Nikaido’s apartment above. It was a common dance; walk up the stairs, knock at her door and call her name, and find a box full of ohba gyoza with a note on top.

And guess what happened this time? Exactly that.

He sighed at the box when he picked it up, a twist of sadness curling up his spine when he realized how much Nikaido cared for him, and at the same time, what she expected of him at this point.

[Kaiman,

Some ohba gyoza for your lunch.]

[Nikaido]

He thanked her through the door, went back down the stairs, and ventured back out into the pouring rain of the hole.

Kaiman arrived at work early, and started his shift by insulting Vaux and laughing when he got pissed.

#dorohedoro #kaiman #nikaido #the hole #hungry bug #kaiman and nikaido are my favorite platonic couple #i love them #I also love lizard men #and hot women with big boby #so like how could i not be bisexual #dr vaux #vaux

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crowgoat · 3 days

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Serendipity. I was out riding around the University of Oregon at sunset. I saw a group of people standing around a parking lot right next to the Hayward Field track (that spaceship looking edifice in the background). Why?

Then I remembered: Vaux's Swifts are migrating this time of year from Central America to Alaska! And there is an old chimney on campus where they have done their overnights for a while.

So, I waited a little and sure enough they started gathering. I was doing a pan from the sunset and stadium over to the chimney and right then, they all started their evening dive into the chimney! Thousands of them!

These are interesting little birds. They do not perch or land, but pretty much spend all day in the air eating insects. At night, they only rest on vertical surfaces...and that is where they nest also.

Lucky I got this video to share. How do so many thousands of them (this went on for about five minutes!) fit in there!?!

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hoursofreading · 4 months

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In Dostoyevsky’s novel The Brothers Karamazov, I told the ornithologist, Father Zossima tells Alyosha, “All is an Ocean. All flows and connects so powerfully that if, in this life, you manage to become more gracious by even a drop, it is better for every bird, child, and animal your life touches than you will ever know. Start praying to birds in an ecstasy! Cherish this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to people!” So I do. In a desolate, even life-threatening time, a pair of love-inflamed flickers transpierced and remade me as surely as your chee-ups! and Buddhist bowing and hat have remade the peregrine. I’ll thank wild birds, and you too, forever for that. I trust that you now see why a small photo of the hat, in this time of personal passage and great gratitude, would serve as a kind of holy icon for me. The Cornell ornithologist never answered my letter. And he was wise, it turned out, not to do so: for into the vacuum created by his lack of an answer wild birds flew, and have never stopped answering. Like the forty-three Vaux’s swifts that dropped like dead leaves from an autumn dusk into my cold black chimney, grew still, but then thrummed in their sleep, close by the astonished ear I kept putting to the stove vent, as only eighty-six swift-wings can thrum, nonstop through the night. Or like the small black hole in the ice of a desolate, frozen river at which I happened to be gazing when out popped a lone water ouzel who, after a single deep knee-bend, burst into ecstatic, desolation-defying song. Or like the still-smaller black hole in a leafless, frost-blasted cottonwood against which a heartbroken friend, Max, happened to lean on a Montana winter’s walk, and out of which burst, like bees from a June hive, more than a hundred pygmy nuthatches, bequeathing Max, just that fast, an acceptance of heartbreak from which grace, like honey, began to flow. Or like the fourteen Hungarian partridges my rancher friend Tom flushed from buckbrush after a blizzard in twenty-below, who half circled a gulch so frigid Tom feared they’d freeze in midair, only to slam headfirst, wings tight to their bodies, thirty miles an hour, into a fresh snowdrift a hundred yards above him, ffufuf!fuff!fuff!uf!fuf!uff!, to spend the night tucked in twenty-above powder, bequeathing Tom, like a love poem the next day, fourteen tiny snow caves, the insides of which shone with the cold’s own luminous blue. Or like the lone female loon who mistook a wet, moonlit interstate for water and crash-landed on the truck-grooved pavement of the fast lane; loon to whom I sprinted, as a convoy of eighteen-wheelers roared toward her, throwing my coat over her head so she wouldn’t stab me, pulling her to my chest as I leapt from the concrete; loon who, when she felt this blind liftoff, let out a full, far-northern tremolo that pierced, without stabbing, my coat, ribs, heart, day, life. All is an Ocean, she and Father Zossima and the avian choir keep singing as into black holes in trees, truck routes, river ice, frigid hearts, ecstatic birds keep dropping. Till even alone and in darkness, with no special hat, clothes, or wings to help me fly up and feel it, I find myself caught in the endless act of being loved.

The Sun Magazine | Cherish This Ecstasy | By David James Duncan | Issue 391

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