Sideways, backwards, forwards

… he'd reminded himself of caribou at the river's edge.  They retreated once, twice, three times.  He'd never known before that migration wasn't one unbroken forward movement; it was sideways, backwards, forwards, a passage enlivened with indecision in the face of real and imagined danger.

– Late Nights on Air, Elizabeth Hay

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