Stone Circle Out of the arms of the sun

she did not remember.
such was the nature of trauma.

I am very lucky. And... very tired.

Sanja felt the soul-deep sigh as it flowed from her - wind through the eaves above. You are a big sister now.

a glance to the three, waiting for stirrings of motherhood; she had felt them before! for Bjarna, for Kvarsheim - but now?
muted by thought, dulled by loss.