Suddenly, I wonder. I ask her, “Were you the woman who walked into the sea?”

She smiles. “Now you begin to understand.”

I do not ask why. I’m not ready yet to hear her say, “for you.” It seems she has done much for me of which I have been too unaware. But it makes sense, and I do not know why I did not see it before. Born a daughter of the earth yet cast out from that green growing place, she became a daughter of snow and sea, salt and storm. Ice water in her veins and unknown fathoms in her eyes. How?

Death, and rebirth. A grave in cold, dark depths, a new dawn on a far distant shore.

How did I not see it before?

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