Elena took the stone. She boarded a bus, then a train, then a crowded ship. The longa viagem had begun.
“This is a piece of our land,” the old woman said. “The journey will be long, menina. But you are not a leaf in the wind. You are the seed.” A longa viagem
And then, one spring morning, a letter arrived. It was from a lawyer in Nazaré. Elena took the stone
She buried it in the dirt.