Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Relieved, more or less, that the task went along better than the last, Lena pulled her long hair back into a bun, as if slicking away the wet ends was going to be impactful in their already drenched state. Regarding the new list, and glancing at her fellow participants, the Caretaker presumed she might be better served in passing. “I can help hand things over,” once everyone was in place amongst the scaffolding.
Carefully and surefootedly, despite the weather, the Attuned began doing just that, hands grasping firmly upon the panes, waiting for another to join her in assistance, before passing them along.
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Lena helps to pass the panes!
Carefully and surefootedly, despite the weather, the Attuned began doing just that, hands grasping firmly upon the panes, waiting for another to join her in assistance, before passing them along.
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Lena helps to pass the panes!
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all