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<p>“Big dummy, trespassin’ up these hills, I’m sure this’s someone’s land,” he says to that dim circle of light on the ground and to the moon up high. “Imagine a big girl like her needing to go for a nature hike, taking those big-ass feet of hers to bury them in pine needles or — hah! — bearberry. Imagine needing to take a vacation from bein’ stronger’n I’ll ever be. Imagine needing to take a break from having a life so easy as the one I bought for her. Big dummy, I swear.</p>
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<p>“Just you wait–” Though who this ‘you’ Sim imagines is we’ll likely never know. Maybe that very same moon. “Just you wait. She’ll be comin’ back looking all peaceful and full of the light of the stars or maybe she’s up there meditating on a rock like some golden Buddha you see in all those shows I’m sure she likes. Just you wait! She’ll come back with a big dumb grin on that big blank face of hers, and I’ll jump up and say, ‘You been rollin’ around in needles again, girlie? You been out there having a romp with the deer? You climbin’ trees and howlin’ at the moon?’ And I’ll say, ‘You look a fool like that, pine-cones in your ears. You look a total fool thinkin’ all your peace is bound up in quiet and not in the life I’m buyin’.’“</p>
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<p>But far out, far out by now, Ursula ran. She plowed through the trees because she would not stop, could not stop, could not hope to stop. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, she left a wake through the carpet of needles.</p>
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<p>She ran until the trees ran out and she had to make a wake through stone and shale, through pebbles and snow, and our Ursula keep on running. She ran until the mountain beneath her feet ran out and the earth yawned open beneath her and all she had to make waves in was stars and the clean black of the night.</p>
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<p>And her arms fell away in a flourish of a bow, spread in genteel a curtsey to no one but the moon, and those arms became stars, they became stars of brightest white because what better color could a star ever hope to be? Stars to wrap around the moon.</p>
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<p>And her legs fell away like a garment long past its prime, like those overalls that fit just so, the ones she’d been mending years and years now, darning by camp stove and headlight in plain in the light of day, suspending that baseness. They fell away and burned into that crisp brightness, standing stark as stars against the fabric of the night. They burned as bright as her arms, for every rock Ursula hauled or head she knocked, surely she’d ran a mile.</p>
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<p>She ran until the trees ran out and she had to make a wake through stone and shale, through pebbles and snow, and our Ursula keep on running. She ran until the mountain beneath her feet ran out and the earth yawned open beneath her and all she had to make waves in was stars and the good clean black of the night.</p>
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<p>And her arms fell away in a flourish of a bow, spread in a genteel curtsy to no one but the moon, and those arms became stars, they became stars of brightest white because what better color could a star ever hope to be? Stars to wrap around the moon.</p>
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<p>And her legs fell away like a garment long past its prime, like those overalls that fit just so, the ones she’d been mending years and years now, darning by camp stove and headlight and in plain in the light of day, suspending that baseness. They fell away and burned into that crisp brightness, standing stark as stars against the fabric of the night. They burned as bright as her arms, for every rock Ursula hauled or head she knocked, surely she’d ran a mile.</p>
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<p>And she shed the mantle of the weight of the world, letting her shoulders fall off as easy as could be, as easy as Sim dancing in the lights of the van that night out in the foothills, as easy as the skin of beets boiled just long enough. Shoulders falling away as easy as it was to jump.</p>
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<p>And thus let her belly fall away like an apron full of boulders, that ever-soft curve no longer held taut to keep Sim from poking fun at it as he fucked her, hunching and curling above her and pretending like she was with child or fat as could be. Those boulders, too, they became stars in the sky, burning as bright as anything.</p>
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<p>And at long last she was able to reach up to the moon, reach up to the moon that one last time and give the face held within a kiss, leaving behind a twinkle of her eye, one last star, bright as all get-out, to show her love for the night and for the moon and for the good clean earth below.</p>
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