in her wisdom

There is a soothsayer whose verbage is true who lives in a cave without comfort or shoes or access to wi-fi or much in the way of modern distractions to consume her days. Her cavernous murky and well-hidden home is not hers to live in by herself alone but with her are strong men and girls who reside to make sure she's safe and fed and stays alive. The crone in her wisdom does not leave her lair and since she was 10 she has not cut her hair and her words resound in ears hearts and souls where they take a lasting and powerful toll. She speaks to all comers and won't turn away such persons as have not much money to pay – for all of the drachmas and other such mint are used just to suppot her soothsaying stint. She's spoken to paupers and to heads of state and opens to everyone her speaking-gate then sits back and closes her young lively eyes and sees through the shrewdest and most cunning lies. Her clients are housewifes old weary and weak the rich and the mighty the bold and the meek and hers are hard truths that now soothe and now sting that make people weep cry out rejoice and sing. So come with your question and one or two more and knock on the old lady's stout wooden door and sit for a moment to bask in the words of this old Grigovian truth-telling bird.

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