Set Evas Gift

As soon as I start talking about myself and my life fraught with worries and redundant things, she puts her gentle finger on my lips, hushes me, and takes me to her garden. She stretches out her arm and offers me her potion. I take a sip and suddenly feel overwhelmed by the taste of flowers, trees and streams reminding me of my mother’s kitchen, childhood and happiness… (Eva’s story…)

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