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Old Woman Nature

04/28/2026 14:58h
Old Woman Nature naturally has a bag of bones tucked away somewhere. a whole room full of bones! A scattering of hair and cartilage bits in the woods. A fox scat with hair and a tooth in it. a shellmound a bone flake in a streambank. A purring cat, crunching the mouse head first, eating on down toward the tail-- The sweet old woman calmly gathering firewood in the moon . . . Don't be shocked, She's heating you some soup. VII, '81, Seeing Ichikawa Ennosuke in "Kurozuka"—"Demoness"— at the Kabuki-za in Tokyo