clutter was not her thing. she had spent far to many days after the storm helping others. now, she needed to help herself. that was why she had returned to where her altar once was. rubble remained and she let out a soft sigh. it was the only thing she had in her home and the shattered glass told her that the wind whisked away what once was. the stones scatter in the room. the gentle woman set to work sweeping out the dust and glass with a palm leaf she found. careful not to take her altar stones.

once the sweeping was done, she would sweep the pile up into a bucket and carry it to her porch. setting it outside and looking up at the sky. i know you love all things, so i must wonder why this storm happened. she mused to herself as she turned to head back inside. careful steps guiding elegant woman back to her task. step two would be the stones.

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