Marie-Andrée Gill (translated from the French by Kristen Renee Miller)
if you are looking for me, I am home or somewhere on Nitassinan; all my doors and windows are open.        I’m heating the outdoors.
from the book Heating the Outdoors / Book*hug Press
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