But her feet already knew the way home.
She opened her laptop. The PDF glowed.
She typed: “I was not eight years old when I saw Exu at the crossroads. I was twenty-eight. And I followed him here.” the tarot of the orishas pdf
Iansã was not calm. She was a tornado with a woman’s face, her mouth open mid-shout. The description read: “You silence your own fury because you were taught that anger is ugly. Iansã is the storm you buried. She will now demand air.” But her feet already knew the way home