'I wait for the blood to come. Just like the rain, I know it is to come and when the atmosphere is thick with waiting, my focus becomes slightly askew and these feet demand that I press the soil with them, caress the newly planted seeds with them and trust that the blood is coming. The rain is coming and my sisters feel it. Aho. Making for mud that I may wipe my face, with finger tips of feeling and so comes the dance. Aho." ~ Jessica Kruse - Illustrations by Anna Baibakova
