“Old, yet beloved to my family, the cart is marked with the prints and sweat of our ancestors, who began our journeys in trade. I carry our world in this cart, wares we have taken ages to create. Foraging through earth and trees to source our natural ingredients. Wares I push with deep pride, along the sloping, uneven terrain. I can travel further with the cart and expand my avenues for trade.” MysteryPoemLiteraryAncestorsEpistolaryWaresHeritage TradeCarrying Our WorldHeritage CartNatural Ingredients Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse