Kim Liggett. Year of grace (№ 401927)

Us all, gnawing fear of old age and fear giving birth to husbands sons. Fears, which women do not speak out loud. I saw from their bodies seep out the pain and anger, making to pounce on people like themselves. Saw they are jealous of their own daughters. How I envy the wind, which is free. I think if we cut the inside will be endless maze with many twists and turns, blocked by dams and ending deadlocks. Heart, inside which there are such high walls, can't beat free. But now, surrounded by mother and sisters, I understand that we represent something far greater... even in our small gesture lies a whole world.