When Gerta fell asleep again, she dreamed of plants. There were bands of trees a long way off, but this part of Sápmi was low grass and meadow. The plants slept beneath the snow, or had died outright and were only dreaming seeds. The plants knew the teeth of reindeer, and the reindeer knew the taste of plants. Gerta sank into a dream that ran like the reindeer road, free of thought, the living and the dead going on together, on and on forever.
