Scene 35
We’d walked in from the west where Daughters lined the main pathway, waiting, chatting with each other in low tones, looking expectantly down the dirt street.
Looks like a parade route. Ahead, I could see women rushing in and out of the Great Yurt. Arms full of apples and pears, others carrying buckets of water. At Nana’s yurt, the flap was down. I walked toward it, intending to enter. “Best not to,” Auri catching me by the arm, “I think she’...
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