About

Caia KoopmanThe black rabbit of my childhood was a semi-mythical being as shadowy as the dusk. We’d set out to find her, combing the darkening edges between farmland and wildwood – every pore and hair and muscle attuned and alive and alert. In memory she is most often seen near the old iron gate, the brackeny back entrance to the caravan site. Only the rarest glimpse of her flitting, liquid form and we’d head back exultant, glowing with the mystery.

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