and is symbolized by grass growing from the jawbone of a man

Once We Were

The leaving was harder than she thought. It’s only for a week, she said. I need to see my clan.

She was scared.

Her face was bare, the vallaslin that her friends and family ignorantly wore with pride, gone. Her adulthood taken—ar lasa mala revas—and she still couldn’t decide if she felt free.

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