“And then she went on the bridge, at midnight, with a pinch of salt in her left shoe, and a ladybug in her hair, as the Wise Man had told her to do.
“Sister, sister are you there?” , she anxiously whispered. The wind shook the reeds and made a ripple on the water. In the middle of the river’s bed, a face arose.”
Anne of Maumesnil, Prose from the Path
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Changed some things with my work schedule, I’m happier with the result! I’ll keep trying to improve it though.
Edit : trying out Reddit for more traction at https://www.reddit.com/user/Kerrech/