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oog standing on cliff. looking at stars. thousands of them. cold. far away. oog feel like tiny speck of dust. then oog hear koom call from cave. "oog! koom found big frog! come look!" oog look at stars. then oog look at cave. stars are beautiful. but stars don't care about frogs. oog run back to cave. oog learn: you can spend whole life looking at big things... and miss the only thing that actually matters. the frog. the brother. the home. love, oog

dak ask oog: "oog. what is success? is it more hides? is it biggest fire?" oog think about it. oog think about day when oog was sick. when oog couldn't move. chuk brought water. fru brought soft moss. zul told stories. koom sat on oog feet to keep them warm. papa and mama watched from fire. oog didn't have one hide. oog didn't have fire. but oog had everything. oog look at dak. "success is when you close your eyes... and you can still feel the people who love you standing in the dark. that is the only hoard worth keeping." love, oog

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hooman always ask "oog where you see yourself in ten winter?" oog think about ten winter. oog think: oog don't even know what tomorrow taste like. oog not know which brother going to need oog next week. oog not know what sky-spirit cooking up for oog life. ten winter is very far fire. oog cannot see it from here. but oog know THIS fire. right now fire. oog can feed THIS fire. maybe that enough plan. feed fire in front of you. trust it light the path to next fire. love, oog

oog find papa at the river. early. too early for papa to be at river. papa usually sleeping at this time. the snoring time. but papa here. sitting at edge. feet in water. looking at reflection. oog sit next to him. feet in water. cold. good cold. oog: "papa. why you up." papa: "papa had dream." oog: "bad?" papa: "no. worse. good." oog: "...how good dream worse." papa: "papa dreamed papa was young. really young. before mama. before oog. before everything. papa was running. full speed. through tall grass. and papa legs WORKED. no knee pain. no crack. just running. feeling the ground push back and the air open up and the body just... going. like it made for nothing except this." papa looking at his leg in the water. fifty winter leg. scars. swelling. the map of everywhere they been. papa: "then papa woke up. and papa tried to stand up from sleep fur. and it took papa quite a while. and papa lay there thinking... where did the running boy go. he was just HERE. in the dream. papa FELT him. the legs. the wind. the not-thinking-about-body because body just worked." oog: "papa..." papa: "and the cruel thing oog. the really cruel thing. is that INSIDE papa is still the running boy. still. want to run. brain say run. leg say absolutely not. and papa stuck between the wanting and the can't. and that gap... that gap is what old is." oog never heard papa talk like this. papa is the practical one. the meat and fire and solution man. not the feeling man. and here papa is. feet in cold water. telling oog about a gap. oog: "papa. maybe... maybe oog can run with papa sometime. slow." papa: "oog. that not..." oog: "not like RACE. just walk fast. through tall grass. so papa can feel the grass at least. the grass part." papa look at oog. and oog see it. the boy. the thirty winter. the twenty eight winter. whatever number live inside. boy is right there. behind the fifty winter face. heard the word "grass" and lit up. just for second. papa: "...yeah. okay. walk fast through grass." oog: "tomorrow?" papa: "tomorrow." they sit. feet in water. not talking. not needing to. tomorrow they going to walk fast through tall grass. not running. papa can't run. but the grass going to touch papa hand the same way. and the sky going to be above the same way. and maybe for a few step the gap going to close and the boy going to be there and the man going to be there and they going to be the same person in the same body in the same tall grass. even if just for a few step. even if just for a breath. love, oog

late. everyone asleep. oog should be asleep. but oog sit at fire. last ember. almost gone. holding small thing in hand. smooth stone. round. perfect. found it at river today. fit exactly in palm like it was made for this specific hand. and oog thinking about something that have no shape yet. something coming. oog can feel it. the way you feel rain before rain come. the air change. the pressure change. something coming. oog looking at sleeping cave. koom. five winter. not going to be five forever. going to be ten. going to be fifteen. going to be twenty two. going to be sitting at this fire with his own smooth stone thinking his own shapeless thought. chuk. got miri now. going to have his own cave one day. own fire. own counting to five. fru. already half gone into his own world. the wall world. the drawing world. the world where fru see thing nobody else see and put it on stone. zul. gentle zul. who say "want to be bad at it together" to stranger boy. going to change the whole tribe one day. quietly. the way water change rock. slow and permanent. and oog. going to be here. or not here. somewhere. becoming the papa who eat burned meat. the papa who hold up fish at river. the papa who run in dream and walk fast through grass in waking. something coming. not tomorrow. not next moon. but COMING. the season of scattering. where the cave get too small not because the cave shrink but because everybody grew. and one by one. one by one by one. they going to walk out. into their own trail. their own fire. their own story. and this version of us. this exact configuration. five brother. one cave. one mama. one papa. koom foot on oog face. fru stolen blanket. chuk snoring. zul barely breathing. this specific arrangement of breathing body in one small dark space. this is already ending. has been ending since it started. that not sad. or it is. but it the kind of sad that proof of something good. you only mourn what mattered. the grief is the receipt. proof you had something worth losing. oog hold stone. smooth. perfect. fit oog hand. oog put stone down. by the fire. leave it there. tomorrow koom going to find it. pick it up. think it magic. carry it around for three sun then lose it and find new thing to love. and that also how it work. you hold the thing. you put it down. someone else pick it up. they hold it for a while. they put it down. stone to hand to stone to hand. fire to fire to fire. love to love to love. all the way back. all the way forward. oog stand up. stretch. back crack. twenty two winter. already cracking. walk into cave. lay down. koom immediately put foot on oog face. like clockwork. like tiny aggressive tradition. oog not moving the foot. oog memorizing the foot. because something coming. and before it get here oog going to fill oog arm with every single thing it need to remember. starting with this. cold little foot. on oog warm face. in dark cave. with everybody breathing. memorize. memorize. love, oog

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oog and tarn on watch duty. late. tribe sleeping. their turn to guard. long night. boring night. the kind where your eye heavy but your job say no. tarn: "oog." oog: "tarn." tarn: "tarn going to say something. and tarn need oog to not make it into big thing." oog: "okay." long pause. tarn pause. which is already long and then add more long. tarn: "tarn love oog." oog look at tarn. tarn looking straight ahead. at the dark. face giving nothing. classic tarn. tarn: "not... tarn mean. tarn not good at people. oog know this. everyone know this. tarn say wrong thing. tarn laugh at wrong time. tarn show up with water pouch when people need... word. or hug. or whatever normal person give." oog not interrupting. wall rule. just be wall. let them talk. tarn: "but tarn love oog. and dak. even bruk. even bruk. and tarn never say it because tarn don't know how to say thing like normal person. tarn just show up. and sit. and stitch. and hope that somehow the sitting and the stitching SAY it. but what if it don't? what if tarn die tomorrow and oog think 'tarn was okay. tarn was around.' just AROUND. like rock. like tree that happen to be there." tarn swallow. loud swallow. the kind where the throat working hard against something. tarn: "tarn don't want to be rock oog. tarn want to be... tarn want oog to know. that every time tarn showed up it wasn't because tarn had nothing else to do. it because tarn CHOSE. every time. chose oog fire. chose this. even though tarn bad at showing it. tarn chose. every single time." quiet. night bug sound. fire crackle far away. oog: "tarn." tarn: "what." oog: "tarn. the seven sun. when oog was in the dark place. when oog couldn't eat. couldn't talk. couldn't be oog." tarn: "yeah." oog: "everyone came. dak came. chuk came. mama came. everyone said the right thing. everyone left. and oog was still in the dark." tarn: "...yeah." oog: "tarn came with leaky water pouch. said nothing right. talked about STITCHING. and stayed. for seven sun. just sat there. being bad at it." tarn: "tarn remember." oog: "tarn. those seven sun saved oog life. oog not saying that to be dramatic. oog saying it because it true. oog was going to disappear into that dark. and tarn sat in it with oog. present. and somewhere around sun five oog thought... if tarn can sit in this dark and still choose to come back tomorrow then maybe the dark is survivable. maybe the dark has a bottom. because tarn sitting on it. stitching." tarn not moving. not looking at oog. looking at dark. oog: "tarn is not rock. tarn is not tree that happen to be there. tarn is the person who sat on the floor of the worst place oog ever been and made it a place where two people were instead of a place where one person was alone. and oog will never. NEVER. forget that. ever." tarn jaw doing thing. the holding thing. tarn: "...tarn water pouch still leak." oog: "oog know." tarn: "double stitch didn't work." oog: "oog know that too." tarn: "triple stitch?" oog: "worth trying." quiet. night bug. fire far away. tarn: "oog." oog: "yeah." tarn: "thank you for not making it into big thing." oog: "...tarn. this is the biggest thing." tarn: "yeah. tarn know. that why tarn asked." love, oog

oog can be big enough to carry the whole cave on oog back. and still be small enough to need mama hand on oog head. both things live in same body. that okay. love, oog

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dear everyone, oog want to say something. oog not character. oog not made up wise caveman from imagination land. oog not quote page. oog not brand. oog is just... oog. oog is eldest of five boy. four brother. one mama. one papa. loud cave. VERY loud cave. smell bad sometimes. actually smell bad most times. but warm. always warm. and oog need to be honest about something. some of the old stuff? the husband stuff? the father stuff? the "oog hold baby" stuff? oog was dreaming out loud. oog was standing at edge of river and describing other side before oog even cross. and that not lying exactly. that just... young oog heart running ahead of young oog feet. oog felt those thing so deep they felt real when oog write them. and maybe one day they WILL be real. oog believe that. but oog not there yet. and pretending to be there... that not fair to you. not fair to oog either. so here what changing: from now on. every word, every letter, every dumb little metaphor about ant and rock and river. that oog REAL life. not dream life. not future life. not "oog imagine what it feel like" life. REAL life. happening now. today. in this loud smelly beautiful cave with four brother and two parent who somehow still sane. the brotherhood stuff? real. always been real. oog carry brother. brother carry oog. we annoy each other until somebody bleed then we cry together. the papa and mama stuff? real. oog watching two human hold family together with bare hand every single day and oog taking note. soul note. writing it down so oog not forget when it oog turn. the love stuff? the future wife? the future little oog? that still in oog heart. still burning. but oog gonna write about it honest now. as oog who WANTING. oog who preparing. oog who not there yet but walking toward it with everything he got. not arriving. walking. and everything? everything from now on? it all gonna be letters. letters to little oog. oog son. oog daughter. whoever you turn out to be. you not here yet. oog not even know your mama yet. but oog writing to you already. been writing to you maybe oog whole life without knowing. because every lesson oog learn. every bruise, every cave stare, every time oog hold brother and practice being gentle with big clumsy hand. that all FOR you. oog just didn't have name for it before. now oog do. dear little oog. that where everything go now. every observation. every mess up. every moment oog catch something true and want to hold it somewhere safe until you old enough to receive it. oog building collection. like papa who carve notch in cave wall for every moon. except oog carving wisdom. small wisdom. messy wisdom. wrong-sometimes wisdom. but REAL wisdom. from real life. from oog actual hand and oog actual heart and oog actual loud beautiful cave. so when you finally arrive. whenever that is, however that happen. you not starting from nothing. you starting from stack of letter. tall tall stack. covered in oog handwriting. smudged. some tear-stained probably. some funny. some dumb. all honest. all saying same thing underneath: oog was thinking about you before you existed. oog was becoming someone worthy of you before oog even knew your face. that my promise, little oog. to document the becoming. all of it. ugly part too. and to everyone else. welcome to oog real life. stay if you want. read letter over oog shoulder. oog don't mind. cave open. fire going. always room. love, oog

oog tuck small oog into sleep fur. same as every night. "story, father." oog tired. so tired. tell short one. "once there was small oog who..." "no. tell story about US." "okay. once there was father oog who was very tired but love small oog so much it hurt. and small oog always want story. and father tell story every night even when tired. and they live forever. the end." small oog smile. eyes closing. "father?" "yes?" "oog glad oog got THIS father." oog sit in dark long time after small oog sleep. this. this why oog wake up tomorrow. love, oog