Ouroboros Spine the knife cuts only so deep

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many things cause shikoba to think most of her time. she thinks quite a lot, and for moments she wonders if this thinking is dangerous. a mother thinks of her son, a wife thinks of her husband, and a leader thinks of her village. certainly, with so many roles, shikoba was forced to think of many things.

her son, finally returned to her hearth. her husband, now promising to stand beside her. the village, standing strong with the new marriage between the star child of moon woman and the trader of Ardeth, now called sivullik. 

it seemed that winter took on a new name for shikoba, not death and gloom and frigidity, but instead somehow rebirth. perhaps spring would allow for winter to breathe life into the world for once. perhaps this change was something to simply just appreciate without looking too far into it.

the woman sits alone, quietly now. by the borders, of course, that is where her work always remains. the snowfall is light and has been consistent for quite some time. she was never quite a fan of the white stuff. but for some reason, the woman no longer sees clumps of freezing water.

she sees snowflakes.