Ouroboros Spine a place that no one else can find

for a moment her tongue swam with salt.

not with tears.

with the memory of the dreaming.

"it is men," she said in the voice of her mothers and foremothers, her grandmothers. "they do not understand our mysteries. they do not understand that women grow in power. they are restless and fickle."

and yet for balance the great oneness needed them also.