My Mother's Savage Daughter - Wyndreth Berginsdottir
I am my mother's savage daughter. The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones. I am my mother's savage daughter. I will not cut my hair. I will not lower my voice. My mother's child is a savage. She looks for her omens in the colors of stones, in the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers, in the dancing of fire, in the curves of old bones. I am my mother's savage daughter.
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