… Over the next few moons, the clouds dripped at star-rise and star-set. The channels flowed and those who remained in the village agreed to use the Mer’s seeds this spring. We made long rows for each variety and placed them carefully in the ground. They grew fast in the special air and rain.
Spring turned to summer, and back again. We sowed over and over again beneath the velvety clouds. Color guarded every nook of the market. From the food we harvested, to the patches of flowers and channels flowing with crystal water, strength blossomed into life.
