“My mother told me of a garden . . .” Lęina spoke slowly. “A place where the first rivers met. She spoke of a place where ravens danced with stars, and every woman released her scars, and queen bees traded their stingers for crowns. “My mother told me of a garden . . .” Lęina spoke slowly. “A place where the day twisted into night. A place where weary travelers could find refuge and reconnect their hearts to all of their darker lights. “My mother told me of a garden . . .” Lęina spoke slowly. “A place deep in the forest where you could always hear the crashing ocean waves. My mother told me of
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