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Epigraph:

There was a time were not a slave,

remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter,

you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all

recollection of it, remember ... You say there are

no words to describe this time, you say it does not

exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember.

Or, failing that, invent.

–Monique Wittig, The Guerilleres

Dedication:

per le mie innamorate, Renate e Freya

and for all the wolves, sheep and women killed in the name of progress