no-print-paper

Updated: June 25, 2025

They climbed out, unhitched, turned the team loose to graze. They came in mumbling in a sort of long wail, "No-print-paper, hu-uh, hu-uh," but gleeful as children over the gifts they carried. A bright-hued shawl, thick hot blankets, beaded moccasins.

Edith Eudora Kohl - Land of the Burnt Thigh