Inhale, exhale, my dress is black, I have sewn pockets in to it, a container of care, I follow the veiled being, she has a soft string, I let it rest in my hand, up the stairs, four people on a string, walking slowly, I go through the portal of…

Dear sisters, As I start typing I also start counting and as I already pause my writing in order to count there are twenty-seven words and I think of what to make of this number and if these twenty-seven, now forty-four, words could have been used in a better way…