Aya resting her head and hands on a textured tree branch in a tranquil forest, wearing gold rings and ear cuffs that glint softly in the filtered sunlight. Her bright yellow top contrasts with the earthy tones of the bark and foliage, creating a serene portrait of calm and connection with nature.

AYA

 THE FOREST OF NAMES  AYA ran until her lungs burned.  A wild dog thundered behind her. Dust filled the air. Her foot caught a stone. She fell.  The dog leapt.  “Mama!”  Silence.  She woke.  The road was gone.  She was on a wooden bench, curled around a piece of cardboard. Morning moved through the village….

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