my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
The weird square patch definitely not a box, because why would it be a box beyond this narrator's illiteracy cycled through the images that Amun had pictured in his mind. He grinned at the result, and tried to have it shift one final time, this time trying to make the skin rocky.
"I did, tall drink. Do me a favor and touch the spot?" He held out his arm. The potter would've poked it himself, but he didn't know if he could get under the square. Whether or not Sunjata complied, Amun would peel off the square and lay it on the wood of a nearby wooden box, trying to see if he could alter the box as he did his skin.
"I did, tall drink. Do me a favor and touch the spot?" He held out his arm. The potter would've poked it himself, but he didn't know if he could get under the square. Whether or not Sunjata complied, Amun would peel off the square and lay it on the wood of a nearby wooden box, trying to see if he could alter the box as he did his skin.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
