Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Making a few more notes of the sketch, including the darkened silhouettes on fronds and leaves, her residual smile continued and persisted in a slight frown, brows furrowing as she mulled over the parameters, the nature of it all. “I just wish we knew what it meant.” How to prepare, what to do – they could try multitudes of things and still not be going in the right direction.
At a loss for the moment, she remained in her crouch, listening to the alteration in subject. “Oh, thank you. I think we all did rather well, and the welcome seemed to go all right?” The Caretaker had been unaware of any underlying motions, including the Dragoon dilemma, but she was all for repose and peace, rather than marching soldiers somewhere. “Have you met many Abandoned?”
At a loss for the moment, she remained in her crouch, listening to the alteration in subject. “Oh, thank you. I think we all did rather well, and the welcome seemed to go all right?” The Caretaker had been unaware of any underlying motions, including the Dragoon dilemma, but she was all for repose and peace, rather than marching soldiers somewhere. “Have you met many Abandoned?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
