Love this Canadian non-fiction about writing, women's stories, and travelling territory so familiar to me--#3 highway past Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump to Medicine Hat, driving side roads to Winnipeg and beyond. Love the image of her writing meandering like the old Assiniboine River with its braids, oxbows, and wide deep valleys. Love the motif of the buffalo and putting on the skin, the robes, the clothes of the past. Love the truth that "the voices won't come to you unless you sleep alone." Sigh.
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