Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
An immense amount of relief unfurled through Lena’s soul as they became far more successful on this round. Wiping a pool of rainwater from her dripping bangs and eyelashes, she ceased motions with the other workers to listen to the next set of tasks.
Pondering where she could best help and serve, she glanced at Everest and Koa, then settled herself for whatever came her way. “I'll mark the measurements,” she didn’t have much proclivity for cutting and slashing, unless it was with her fox claws, and even then, wouldn’t be much of an assistance, and sanding might have its own perils and pitfalls. Smiling back at their assembled crew, she marched back over to where measurements were being taken, ready and willing to assist and follow.
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Lena goes to mark measurements on the glass.
Pondering where she could best help and serve, she glanced at Everest and Koa, then settled herself for whatever came her way. “I'll mark the measurements,” she didn’t have much proclivity for cutting and slashing, unless it was with her fox claws, and even then, wouldn’t be much of an assistance, and sanding might have its own perils and pitfalls. Smiling back at their assembled crew, she marched back over to where measurements were being taken, ready and willing to assist and follow.
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Lena goes to mark measurements on the glass.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
