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Lost in the woods with a horse, a mouse, and the ghost of a dead bird, you will discover if you're meant to live

In Sarah Blake's epic poem of survival, we follow a nameless main character lost in the woods. There, they discover the world anew, negotiating their place among the trees and the rain and the animals. Something brought them to the woods that nearly killed them, and they're not sure they want to live through this experience either. But the world surprises them again and again with beauty and intrigue. They come to meet a pregnant horse, a curious mouse, and a dead bird, who is set on haunting them all. Blake examines what makes us human when removed from the human world, what identity means where it is a useless thing, and how loss shapes us. In a stunning setting and with ominous dreams, In Springtime will take you into a magical world without using any magic at all--just the strangeness of the woods. Includes a stunning art feature by Nicky Arscott.

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If only the night held one dream instead of many.

In the next dream you dig up the bird.

In the next dream you dig in the same place and find a gun. You've shot someone. You weren't supposed to return to this place where you hid the gun.

You're an idiot in your dream.

In the next dream the horse returns. The horse startles you awake. But you are still asleep. Dreams are some wicked things.

In the next dream you are in a desert. That's different.

You forget what grass is. What it smells like. What the shadows of trees look like across your legs.

You laugh your head off at the sight of a cactus.

In the next dream you can see the spirit of the bird that will haunt you for weeks. Her tongue makes you think all of her words will come out garbled.

Then you remember all she does is sing.