She did not abandon the circle that day.
She returned to it, eventually. Closed the loop. Completed the motion.
But something had shifted.
Now, each time she began again, there was a pause.
A breath.
A question.
And sometimesβ
just sometimesβshe would lift her head before the circle closed.
Not long.
Just enough to remember:
She had teeth.
And they were not only for endings.
β
