(because everything I want to share is too long for Twitter)
There were many among our caravan that believed the illness could not cross the mountains. But I knew it was a fools’ hope. A disease which had traveled over so many lands could not be stopped by a mere piece of geography. Not so long as there were people to carry it. Not while I carried it. The fools bore out our trip with impatience, hoping to outrun death and resume their merriment. I slept my troubled sleep and waited.
-from The Twelve Dancing Princesses project