Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She laughs at that, shaking her head slightly at him. ”If that has been your plan all along, you have done a wonderful job of it then. Maybe I ought to be concerned you are craftier than I thought.” Not that she would mind, so long as he wasn’t craftier than she was. A girl had to be better at a few things, at least.
He breaks off a piece of the scone and offers it to her. Of course, she is more than happy to oblige, leaning forward to catch the scone in her mouth, making sure to linger on his fingers for a moment. ”I would probably choose the scones too,” she says as she swallows the bite, her smile playful. ”But preferably I can just have both.” He did taste pretty good too.
He flips her to the bridal style of carrying and she starts to squirm like a child trying to get down. ”Oh no. Nope. Definitely not.” She was not going to play at a bride being carried over a threshold. No thank you. Even if she did get married someday, that seemed like an unlikely custom she’d agree to. ”You can show me the way to this firm mattress and demonstrate how you are better than rocks, but I will walk myself there,”, she says, finding her feet and following (if he puts her down).
He breaks off a piece of the scone and offers it to her. Of course, she is more than happy to oblige, leaning forward to catch the scone in her mouth, making sure to linger on his fingers for a moment. ”I would probably choose the scones too,” she says as she swallows the bite, her smile playful. ”But preferably I can just have both.” He did taste pretty good too.
He flips her to the bridal style of carrying and she starts to squirm like a child trying to get down. ”Oh no. Nope. Definitely not.” She was not going to play at a bride being carried over a threshold. No thank you. Even if she did get married someday, that seemed like an unlikely custom she’d agree to. ”You can show me the way to this firm mattress and demonstrate how you are better than rocks, but I will walk myself there,”, she says, finding her feet and following (if he puts her down).
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
