Ouroboros Spine i loved you like the sun

"this is not something for which i have an answer."

to be moonwoman was to admit the limits of one's knowledge.

"each of us have totems," she said in a teaching voice. "yours is doe. mine is lynx. if your husband's totem is not strong enough to match your own, he will fail you."

and this too, a truth that could not be denied. "he was not stag. what was he, my daughter?" she must search below the pain now.