Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Religious aspects always seemed to hold some sort of familiarity about them – even if opposing ends didn’t want to admit it. So she smiled at the differences, at notations in seasons or months, before nodding along, gathering the information in the back of her mind, and hoisting the basket higher along her shoulder. She’d already begun to walk her way out of the alley, back into sunshine and clarity, and down the road towards her own apartments.
As for the favor, her brow furrowed slightly. “I’m not sure about the peach pie, but I can try my best. They also prefer anything with fruits or cream.” But perhaps he’d settled on the former for particular reasons. “We have a shrine in the Celestine, if you want to pray for them there.”
As for the favor, her brow furrowed slightly. “I’m not sure about the peach pie, but I can try my best. They also prefer anything with fruits or cream.” But perhaps he’d settled on the former for particular reasons. “We have a shrine in the Celestine, if you want to pray for them there.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
