Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Of course I did,” the Caretaker countered with her luminescent grin. She wouldn’t have shown up to anyone’s sharing of food without some of her own offerings, even if time hadn’t been on her side. Placing the dessert down, she began to peel away the protective layers, and once Sohalia had presented new plates, she snagged at a corner piece. “Help yourself. Let me know what you think. It’s one of my sister’s recipes.” Back when they’d bake together, apartments across from one another.
A much happier method and memory to everything else, with a contented sigh to follow upon first bite.
A much happier method and memory to everything else, with a contented sigh to follow upon first bite.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
