[PQ+] [se] sifts of grains

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

Sah and Deimos continued in their elemental collaboration, only this interval proved much more successful. The ice unfurled into nothingness, and there was the imminent satisfaction of it all rushing downward to the ground; sliding or hovering. “Good. We can pick that up now too.” For the snow would need another place to go besides the pathways around the Smiths’ shop, and he figured with their incantations, it wouldn’t be quite so labor intensive.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, was about to be swindled by Mrs. Took. The woman hadn’t taken so kindly to the therapist’s methods, and had already begun to scheme again. Taking her sweet, sweet time as the other slowed down as well, she purposefully took a sharp movement. ”Oh, ow!” she yowled, much like an irritating cat. Her hand immediately went to the lower part of her spine. ”My back! I must have pulled something!” She put the shovel down, managing to hobble a few short steps to lean against the deck railing.

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Sah and Deimos can clean up the large chunks of ice and snow around the Smiths!

Mrs. Took is trying to get out of work again, sorry Elizabeth!

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I