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22 Wiindigo Pity Some think the Wiindigo quite pretty in an icy-eyed and blue way. It can sing, offers irresistible gambles . . . you can understand the attraction. At times Wiindigo projects beauty, usually in braids, and howls how to save the world— world of metal and tar and gutters, world of earth it calls dirt. It must hurt an inhuman hurt, ravening inside, an ice-giant to the world, panged and gulping on the lure of this world, world of big words and fine ideas and the mind always spinning a thread, brilliant spit of the body invisible yet shimmering, strung out to catch what others create. If it eats another one of us, promise me, promise —we’ll cut it in the gut and come out whole. ...

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