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You don’t know how long you’ve waited beneath the earth. Only that you’ve scratched at the wooden sky – the lid of a coffin, once, but now it’s everything – until your fingernails cracked, splinters underneath, and then maggots made homes in you, and then you were bones. You feel the weight of the earth like the weight of your secrets. You cannot name your needs – you have lost the words.
Until she comes.
She is “Aradia,” she says, through piled dirt, through grass, through aching time. She is here to listen and send you on your way. It’s time to go.