Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker continued to grin, immersed more in the lighthearted humor of it all; brief wonderings scaling back to perceive how much was truth or not. Part of the notions of stories was the imaginative notions – dreaming, perhaps, that one day it could be true, and seen with one’s own eyes. Cleaning her own plate as Sohalia mused, she gave another laugh, and then thought over the semblance of seconds. “I’m all set, but I did bring a dessert, if you’re interested?”
Snagging at her basket again, she lifted the lid and cloth, revealing her gift for the evening. “Lemon squares,” she admitted, a sheepish smile on her features, made well before lemonade had been a thought. “You can’t have too much, right?”
Snagging at her basket again, she lifted the lid and cloth, revealing her gift for the evening. “Lemon squares,” she admitted, a sheepish smile on her features, made well before lemonade had been a thought. “You can’t have too much, right?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
