Of grass and sparrows: Day 3.

Meet the Everywoman. Her skin is black, her limbs like sticks, folded away as she sleeps. Her head is shaved. One breast hangs exposed like an empty balloon, the other is a scar like a cruel lop-sided smile. Crowns of femininity stripped. This is humanity stripped. I can see your skull and your skeleton but your eyes glitter with a dark light: an old, low light that is remembrance. He will remember you is the promise - like the sparrow but infinitely more so, over and over again, world without end. Let us see that we are as the grass. We bloom and are gone. We are remembered and redeemed. It has taken place. And yet. There is more to come. More than we could ever dare to believe.