The scent of clotted earth pressed around her. She gathered up her skirt and tied it higher, tucking the wet ends into her belt for better maneuverability. The bare undergrowth had thorns and sharp edges which kept catching at her, like a line of sentinels guarding her from the secret knowledge she sought. Her damp shoe slid unexpectedly on the
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The contrasts in your entry are amazing. Well done!
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Thank you kindly! I haven't heard of that book. I appreciate a recommendation. I hadn't thought to return here specifically, but it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.
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I'm amused by your assertion that you would have been able to pick this out as mine. Thank you for the generous feedback. I think I should revisit Hawthorne sometime. I had such a hard time with that work in my youth. What a wild compliment!
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This ritual was so gorgeously written. It was so cathartic. I love that connections to ancestors can help us realize our own strength and comfort us.
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