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the vvitch.

where did God build your house? in the center of town? at the edge of the water? in an ivory tower? everyone has their station, whether found or formed. the vvitch is the one who serves her station where the wilderness meets the divine.

the village made abundantly clear that “none of what i see is for me.” what ordinary men and women share is simple and beautiful, and it’s all around. even if she wanted these same things, the difference is that the ordinary women got to have it and the vvitch got what you get when you don’t.

so she leaves to understand what it is God wants for her, instead. because when heartache reaches the bone, it needs more room to grow. of course, now she has the medicine ready, for when private heartbreak pushes the villagers out into the woods, afraid but desperate to find the vvitch.

the flowers and berries have revealed their names to her in secret, so she knows what to do, even if the truth is that the salve is not in the vial. it’s her. she is the medicine. but she makes sure to administer it with special songs and ceremony, so the villagers can have words for happened, even if healing is just simple resonance with truths too subtle to register above the din of ordinary life.