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Building Dreams
Roland Whitaker spreads blueprints across our kitchen table while October rain drums against the trailer windows, each drop a percussion note in the symphony of planning our future. Three weeks until the boys arrive, and we're finally designing structures that will hold not just our growing family but the entire revolutionary experiment we've created. The werebear architect—one of Kentucky's few Otherkind in construction—traces foundation lines with careful precision, his massive hands surprisingly delicate with the pencil.
"Fifteen bedrooms might be excessive," Roland suggests, though his tone carries more amusement than criticism.
"We want a soccer team." I study the eastern clearing layout, imagining stone and timber rising from earth that now sprouts blood crys
