Tane Retrieves the Baskets of Knowledge
Issue #95
Winter 2004-05
I shimmied my way up the thick vine like a cord plugged into heaven—electricity crackled down the line between my hands, reflexes tightening the fingers—I took it as a message from the gods, onwards! So up I went clapping hands...
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