In another life … She laughed, she didn't finish the sentence, she didn't believe in past lives. How dreadful would that be?
Perhaps... in another world?
Simultaneously in this world – an artisan making clay pots and sculptures – and in another world – a tree nymph making songs out of the wind.
This might explain the affinity, the sorrow – her heart was as heavy as the ice and snow that bent the evergreen boughs earthward.
She cupped her face in her hands and stared at bare branches sheathed in shimmering ice.
Perhaps... in another world?
Simultaneously in this world – an artisan making clay pots and sculptures – and in another world – a tree nymph making songs out of the wind.
This might explain the affinity, the sorrow – her heart was as heavy as the ice and snow that bent the evergreen boughs earthward.
She cupped her face in her hands and stared at bare branches sheathed in shimmering ice.
