my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Maea took Amun’s arm, but he let her set the pace and the destination. Waiting patiently as she examined the fire, he said nothing as she led him through an orchard. Even though he had no experience with farming, even he could see that it was untended, with weeds, and unpicked apples. Still, he didn't comment on the farm.
In fact, he said nothing at all until they reached the shrine. His eyes darted from the trees to the lanterns before finally coming to rest on the white circle. Bowing his head, he echoed he was silent for another moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was quietly respectful. "We make this offering to Safrin." He gestured for Maea to place the bowl.
In fact, he said nothing at all until they reached the shrine. His eyes darted from the trees to the lanterns before finally coming to rest on the white circle. Bowing his head, he echoed he was silent for another moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was quietly respectful. "We make this offering to Safrin." He gestured for Maea to place the bowl.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
