Across the ocean, they have a story of Lot, two burning cities, and a pillar of salt.
This is not that story.
I CHOSE to stay. They were losing the plot and needed to be reminded again.
Some became salmon and guided the people back. Some became rainbows, pointing the way home.
But me? I was always a stubborn bitch. I reached down my roots and asked the Mother to make me whole again, wholly stone and holy truth.
They carried me around for generations.
And soon....
I will wake up.
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