(5) Varya and Anya’s Vigil
Sisters tethered by grief and promise,
one guardian of fading hope, one bright-eyed with spring.
They map futures in teacup rings,
trace horizons in drifting petals.
Together they tend debt’s brittle fire,
smiling around broken china.
In their hush resides a fragile vow:
to plant new life in barren hearts.
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