#kij johnson

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Why does the disorder of a forgotten garden move me as my tended yards never did?

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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The tiles were the color of the sky —but were they tile or sky?

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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frogs in autumn

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The least I can do is stop running from myself.

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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“I am glad I saw you awaken from your dream.”

“I don't understand."

“Don't you? You stand in the sunlight, woman-who-lived-in-shadows.”

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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Fox or woman, her eyes were made of light. I had always thought (if I thought of it at all) that the eyes of foxes would be the same liquid brown as a dog's eyes. But they are not. They are gold, and one can see inside them, to the pattern of lines that hides inside. Foxes don't have souls? This is not true: I have seen it.

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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But it was when they danced that I truly loved them.

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman

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The clouds overhead are purple in their heart, but soaked in brilliant sunlight from the west.

—Kij Johnson, The Fox Woman