Ouroboros Spine takluak

I am lost sometimes.

This confessed in a whisper. Uncertain if it should be spoken.

But women shared words. This she remembered always. Even more so now as the exchanged what had occurred. Each a different tale. Perhaps they fit into pieces of one another. Somehow they were all linked.

Maybe we...work together. More. Speak more. Her voice trembled off into silence, in cold wisps. Beginning a harder path towards her so badly wanted destination.