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Sisterhood of the Streams
Sybrina, through tear-filled red eyes, looked down at the water that pooled at her feet. It formed a stream that flowed endlessly. The water was strikingly clear, but had an innate morose hue. Sybrina was an empty vessel, filled only with loss, the loss of her son. Sybrina’s grief was amplified because in the eyes of many, her son’s life was not even worth a single tear. So Sybrina felt marginalized and abandoned. The weight of her pain left her numb and inanimate. Sybrina felt as though she was drifting, carried only by the winds of sorrow.
Then, in the midst of her emptiness and suffering, Sybrina heard a voice that told her to follow the stream. So she did. She looked down at the stream pooling at her feet and set off on an unplanned pilgrimage. Day after day, night after night, as if in a trance, Sybrina followed the stream. She felt drawn to the water, and even though she walked, she felt as if she was floating.
After weeks on this journey, Sybrina observed the clear stream flowing into a rich blue pool with a luminescent glow. The pool was bordered by gray rocks and green vegetation, including tall plush trees, bushes, and colorful flowering plants. The sky was big and wide and bright. Sybrina was swept away by the breathtaking beauty of it all. Then a voice, the same voice Sybrina had heard before, told her to get into the pool. Again, Sybrina obeyed. She jumped into…
