excerpt:
When Irena was young and strong and still the third-most beautiful girl in Březina, she could walk from her mother’s cottage to the birch grove in only an hour—even if she stopped to cool her feet in the creek or fill a basket with blackcurrants. But she is not so young and not so strong now, not for all her wishing, and the journey eats up the morning and a slice of afternoon, too.
➤ a lovely short story about a human woman who loves a woodmaiden
➤ about choices, and appreciating your life for what it is, and the passage of time
➤ and old women dancing together in a birch grove in a forest
➤ 3k words
