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#gabe leonhardt is by no means a hunter or gatherer
austerulous-a · 3 years
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I love thinking about the woods and their significance to Annie, about how she considers them her home.
As a girl, she would have grown accustomed to the eerie sound of branches scraping against the windows of her father’s cabin, to hearing all manner of bestial, unidentifiable sounds in the dead of night (the scream of a vixen is positively haunting), to finding smatterings of scattered feathers, the carcasses of small animals, little bundles of bleached bones.
There is brutality, mystery and danger in the woods – to outsiders, it can be a deeply frightening and unsettling place – but for Annie it is somewhere familiar, somewhere comforting. Not necessarily safe mind you, given her childhood memories are deeply stained by her father’s cruelty.
Having been raised in isolation, she craves the quiet, and finds populated, urbanised areas overwhelming and exhausting. The eyes of the world can’t find her among the trees. There she can feel hidden. For a short time, at least.
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