Aspen Matis
Because I feared I couldn't walk to Newton Centre without her, I needed to hike through desert, snow and woods alone. Childhood is a wilderness.
— Aspen Matis
Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.
— Aspen Matis
But I couldn’t say any of this yet. No one answer felt it could contain anything close to the truth about her. My thoughts of my mother were wild chaos, I didn’t know how to tell him we’d been enmeshed for as long as I could remember.
— Aspen Matis
But the truth was stranger than an aimless road, it always was.
— Aspen Matis
Childhood is a wilderness.
— Aspen Matis
Children believe they are immortal, death is an empty word like the name of a country they’ve never been to on a time-faded map. I wasn’t a child anymore.
— Aspen Matis
Chinese proverb says that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. This journey had begun with the coercion of my body, with my own wild hope.
— Aspen Matis
Death is not a pretty flower that had almost pricked me. It was not a small annoyance I could simply bypass and quickly disregard. It was really The End.
— Aspen Matis
Each year, Gracie Henderson moons a thousand strangers, collects their shocked faces in an annual photo album.
— Aspen Matis
Fire is not essential. Fire is warm comfort. From fire, cultures are born.
— Aspen Matis
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