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“I can teach you,” Samira said. “But you must give me something first.”

Name it.

She left the valley of Rwayh-yawy-araqyh as the sun rose. Behind her, the gypsum crystals crumbled to dust. The arch of basalt fell. The winds no longer met there, because the winds were now inside her. rwayh-yawy-araqyh

She spoke rarely. When she did, people listened to the three voices and did not always understand, but they felt attended to —as if the weather itself had paused to hear them. “I can teach you,” Samira said