[DROP] something radiates

Lena

let me wander
with the ones

A lift of her nose, and she could breathe in the intake of salt, of brine, of the sea, calling out over forests and branches, the brambles half-forgotten. Affixed and posed, the world brightened and beatific, her heart raced, pulsed, beat a frantic reverie, and she craved nothing more than the spirit of the ocean, than the multitudes of waves, rising and falling, ebbs and flow and currents containing everything she yearned for. So the little fox turned, turned, turned, moving right towards its sanction, compelled and beholden, leaving the forest behind.

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Lena heads right towards the sea!

who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise