we are showmen

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We were somewhere the desert bled into tree freckled mountains that carried on quite a bit. An off place that most traveled passed. There was a bountiful village full of people who had been living their own way for so long they didn’t seem that affected by the world ending.

They welcomed Cal and I with smiles and food. They wanted to see our act.

This was good news.

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Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)

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J Dawson

J Dawson

Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)