my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
As the brush clattered and Oliver looked Amun shifted the square to look like his normal skin, making it invisible to the other man. As the brush lifted, the potter lifted his eyebrows, but plucked it from the air. As Oliver approached, the Ascended stepped back. "Nothing."
Walking away from the easel, he headed towards where the other man had just been working. "How's the basket coming along?" Reaching out, the potter picked up a piece of straw. Rolling it between his fingers, he stared at it for a long moment. Then he tossed it back down and moved to lean against the wall instead.
Walking away from the easel, he headed towards where the other man had just been working. "How's the basket coming along?" Reaching out, the potter picked up a piece of straw. Rolling it between his fingers, he stared at it for a long moment. Then he tossed it back down and moved to lean against the wall instead.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
