Hushed Willows But I make no plans and none can be broken

the pain of losing one's lover crushed as if it were stones grinding together at the bottom of a river.

kukutux was silent as reverie wept, reaching for the young woman if she wished.

"i have sent others to search." perhaps word might still be brought.

perhaps boone might still be found. he had not wished to be parted from her, and moonmother regretted now that she had sent him for herbs that nasamiituuq might have brought instead.