Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Grateful for the opportunity for rest, recuperation, and to tend to her other duties for the day, the Caretaker waved to the rest of her fellow comrades –
Only to return the next day, bright-eyed and ready. She’d long since tucked her hair back as well, recalling the plights of yesterday’s weather, and gazing over the area they were due to clean once more. “I’ll try to pick up as much as glass as I can,” she offered with a beam of a smile. Snagging at some gloves, far better prepared in this interval, she placed them on her hands and began picking away at the remnants and debris, carefully, and dutifully, with much attention to detail to ensure no one, including herself, was harmed by the serrated edges.
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Lena goes to pick up glass!
Only to return the next day, bright-eyed and ready. She’d long since tucked her hair back as well, recalling the plights of yesterday’s weather, and gazing over the area they were due to clean once more. “I’ll try to pick up as much as glass as I can,” she offered with a beam of a smile. Snagging at some gloves, far better prepared in this interval, she placed them on her hands and began picking away at the remnants and debris, carefully, and dutifully, with much attention to detail to ensure no one, including herself, was harmed by the serrated edges.
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Lena goes to pick up glass!
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
