a girl who I will never meet, reaping: [takes a moment to enjoy the way the knife feels in her hand, before she continues]
me, sowing: I don't know if I will see a future where these seeds become anything more than seeds. I do not know if such a future will exist at all. but they will only ever be seeds, if they do not meet the darkness of the soil. and whose hand, if not mine, will provide them with this chance to grow