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Protesting and taking action involves necessary risks, including at times the risk of arrest. When we decide to take action against the state, we accept that that might have unpleasant consequences, or life-changing consequences. But we limit those consequences when we can.

Which is why activists prepare, meet without phones, encrypt their online communication, wear masks and gloves, organize a legal team, organize jail support, make sure every activist knows not to talk to police, etc etc. 

Because our lives matter, and because the more of us are safe and free, the better we can fight on.

-How is it August already? The summer just started. You can barely remember anything you did in July or June. The more you try to think about it, the more the memories slip away.

-You think you see a fin out in the water, past where all the kids are playing. It’s just a swimming pool, you tell yourself, but you stay out of the deep end nonetheless. It’s eerie, the way you can’t see the bottom.

-The leaves and grass look different in August than they do in June. They’re a duller green and they rustle more often in the breeze that isn’t there, and you get a sense of anticipation when you brush against them. You have no idea what they’re waiting for.

-There’s something strange in a lot of the sunsets now, colors that shouldn’t be there, a buzzing sound coming from the sky itself. Someone or something sings outside your window on those nights, and you can’t help but tap your feet in tune to the music.

-The fair is back in town. With it come people you vaguely recognize, though you can’t remember from where. Their faces are blurry.

-The moon rises, huge and yellow, over the fields at night. It looks like an eye, even more so when it blinks.

-The wind has changed. It’s not cold yet, but there’s a sharpness to it that tells you the summer will be ending soon.

until she gets injured one day 

and with her last remaining strength she goes to the tree where her wife is hibernating for the winter and dies at her roots so that her body can still nourish her after she’s gone 

and the story ends with how centuries later you can still see the remains of a skeleton in the roots, embedded so deep they could not be removed without destroying the tree

I’m not sure I can totally recommend it since the dryad story is the first one so far I’ve really enjoyed. ( I still haven’t finished the book.)

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