Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
A world full of resources with hardly anyone to manage them sounded frustrating – and her brows furrowed slightly, listening to the dilemma at hand. “I’m sure the war didn’t help.” With the Ascended lodging their way into the Grounds, striving to survive by any means necessary, it made sense that either those loyal to them remained, or were pushed out, despite generations upon generations staking their claim amidst its ruins. She gave a quiet, but heavy, sigh for those involved; because much more work was to be done. “How do you think you’ll entice others to return?” Some would crave their families again, the old lives they’d left behind. But so many had forged anew.
The hedges roamed and roamed, until eventually, they came to a formidable fork in the road. She didn’t tilt her head to the squirrels again, who’d been careening along the top for some time now with all of their attempts (this way could echo for eternity). “Which way, do you think?” Her hand pointed to both the left and right openings, uncertain which aperture would yield better results.
The hedges roamed and roamed, until eventually, they came to a formidable fork in the road. She didn’t tilt her head to the squirrels again, who’d been careening along the top for some time now with all of their attempts (this way could echo for eternity). “Which way, do you think?” Her hand pointed to both the left and right openings, uncertain which aperture would yield better results.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
