I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
Given that the last community meeting he'd attended had ended in a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, Sam was not thrilled to attend this council discussion; would he be attacked for daring to speak his mind again? Would he feel stupid again for hours after, repeating over and over to himself what he could have said better, who he should have approached different?
Maybe he would, but he couldn't shrug off his duty to the people of Sanctuary. With a brave face, he'd set out to meet the council. At least the Artist's Sanctuary was a pleasant enough place to meet and seeing Rexanna had set out tea and snacks for them all, he relaxed enough to smile at the members already there and sit, reaching to pour himself a cup, more for something to hold than anything else.
Maybe he would, but he couldn't shrug off his duty to the people of Sanctuary. With a brave face, he'd set out to meet the council. At least the Artist's Sanctuary was a pleasant enough place to meet and seeing Rexanna had set out tea and snacks for them all, he relaxed enough to smile at the members already there and sit, reaching to pour himself a cup, more for something to hold than anything else.
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means
SAMUEL
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