I've only really yelled about three times in my life. By yell, I mean the primordial, spontaneous, guttural, flesh-and-bone sound that comes from a place that has more in common with woodsmoke and hide shelters from deep human history, than the central heating and square structures of our modern world.
This is was really good, Hudson.
I'm going to re-read it later, and be pondering on it more.
Thank you Kerri! I'm glad you found something to ponder on in it :)