Down through the valley the woman marched, taking her time to seek the best route across the snow or around the obstacles of fallen trees and criss crossing scents she did not recognize.
She was careful; soon would be her own time of burning - her first since the loss of her husband - and the last thing on her mind was family. Without a home to fall back on, she was adrift.
Silanga had never been so far from the village. It was a village no more, she reminded herself - her heart heavy, as she looked with great apprehension across the shadows of the forest floor.
She was careful; soon would be her own time of burning - her first since the loss of her husband - and the last thing on her mind was family. Without a home to fall back on, she was adrift.
Silanga had never been so far from the village. It was a village no more, she reminded herself - her heart heavy, as she looked with great apprehension across the shadows of the forest floor.
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The wind and I, we speak the same. - by Silanga - January 16, 2023, 12:44 PM
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RE: The wind and I, we speak the same. - by Silanga - January 24, 2023, 06:44 PM