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tamasic

by wilk

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tamasic I 05:52
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tamasic II 04:38
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tamasic III 03:11
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tamasic Iv 04:35
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chapter 1 of the gunas

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She stands on three feet of ice her breath pluming in frosted heaves. Resting the axe she looks to her rear towards the northern shore of the lake. Her daughters tended the fire. A pot of melted ice boiled.

Ma, it’s ready
Let me finish, it’ll be dark soon

To the west the sun fermented in twilight hues. She raised the axe striking with precision chiseling into the frozen lake. Hacking away. Slush pooled the bottom of the hole. She notched the wet axe into firm ice removing the fishing line and hook from her breast pocket. Once the line was set she withdrew frozen bait affixing it with numb hands lowering the line into the hole.

Her daughter trudged onto the frozen lake with a warm cup in hand. The mother reached for the cup with one hand and breathed in the steam watching her daughter scurry to the shoreline in fading light. She played with the fishing line in her hand. The fire flickered and embers took eastward flight in the howling arctic wind. Snow whipped her face raw. She bowed her head. It was getting dark fast. Her daddy always taught her to fish when they were hungry. The cold is too much. This hole will be frozen over in the morning.

She sipped at the lip of the cup and set it down in the snow and began packing up the fishing gear lifting the axe from its fixed position in the ice walking towards the shore.

It’s time to go, girls

They emptied the pot of water into the bucket, buried the fire, and together walked single file through the dwindling twilight away from the lake up the riverbank and into the forest. Woodsmoke filtered the air. The cabin came into view.

She had rebuilt the fire and now stood stirring the soup. The girls read to the firelight of the stove. She filled three bowls. They ate to the sound of fire popping.

Ma, I’m still hungry
Go on have more
I don’ want soup
You have to eat to keep your strength
I wish we got a fish
Yes. Maybe tomorrow

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released June 19, 2020

all music and production by will kyriazis

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WILK [Will Kyriazis] Santa Monica, California

will kyriazis [wilk]

associated acts:

"the mudmen"
www.themudmenchicago.com

"tong"
tong.bandcamp.com

"hibbity dibbity"
soundcloud.com/hibbity-dibbity/torch-live

"willa&co"
willaco.bandcamp.com/releases

"nature's neighbor"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qklH7imeHiY

"elijah berlow"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsHkhggQUus ... more

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