Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Sifting through uncovered an array of ornamental figurations, and though she was quite content with the amount of glitter everywhere, there were some other things that could no longer be salvaged. Glancing over some of the children’s artwork, she set them aside to be saved, while carefully snagging at the shattered remnants of former pottery.
The shards were likely damned and due to debris and trash, but she glanced around, wondering if they could be used for further adornments. “Hm,” she wondered aloud, but mostly to herself, taking some of the resin and smaller proportions to cover up jagged edges of the former oeuvres, making them new in their own way.
And more glitter, of course.
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Lena takes some of the pottery shards and tries to add them to old artwork and ornaments.
The shards were likely damned and due to debris and trash, but she glanced around, wondering if they could be used for further adornments. “Hm,” she wondered aloud, but mostly to herself, taking some of the resin and smaller proportions to cover up jagged edges of the former oeuvres, making them new in their own way.
And more glitter, of course.
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Lena takes some of the pottery shards and tries to add them to old artwork and ornaments.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
