Ouroboros Spine How ever do you do?

"you speak of your village the way that i speak of the one where i was born." there wa s a kinship there perhaps, one of resignation and pain. 

she motioned to the water. "dip the skin into the water. soak it. push it down and put a rock over it. but wade out into the middle there, aya, yes. where the lake moves. the waters and the fish will eat the flesh that is left, and then we will be able to scrape it."