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I don't want to waste any more spells in anyone but myself
Most of last night's dreams were nightmares, but I think the last one before waking was just a metaphor. In the 1920's of an America where people who own land are bound to it like fisher kings, a young Black woman returns from Europe to claim the estate of her white ancestors whose legitimate line has just petered out—she's the only one left in direct descent now that her own parents are no longer alive, but the bindings of the land were maintained for so long by slaveowners and segregationists and just plain I'm not racist, but's that it keeps refusing her ritual and trying to bond to her distant white cousin, her traveling companion who is undiplomatically but accurately summarized with "He's a fifth-degree cadet branch and he's botched up everything else!" (He doesn't deny it.) I have a vivid memory of her walking the bounds of her land while a light like fireflies flares in her wake and small night creatures gather out of the grasses and the trees and yet she can't feel anything within the boundary as she's supposed to: the earth itself is on her side, the estate is not. I had no doubt she would find a way to claim her inheritance. I just didn't stay in the dream long enough to find out how she did it. This country hasn't answered the question, either.
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I don't know! I think someone should.