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In a sonorous voice, it said, “Humans. Always performing.”
The spirits and ghosts of the dead don’t stay where they’re freed.”
The three days passed, as time always does when you are alive, whether happy or tortured.
How different my life would have been if my parents had just let me dance.
Suddenly, I felt cold. Very very cold. With dismay. Deep down, I knew. From the moment my grandmother told me about the Zinariya, I’d known, really. Change was constant. Change was my destiny. Growth.
“Oh, they know, someone in those clans knows enough to build toxic ideas against us right into their cultures. That’s really why we are so outcast, untouchable to them.
