Cricket Creek Bog Searching

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sometimes, when ysen is feeling good, he allows himself to smile a little, dance a little, and indulge himself in a little study of religion. sadly today is not that day, although he takes the information in stride with a wink, and a curving of his lips to show contentment. oh! the very notion that a stranger should choose to share such personal thoughts with him! surely her devotion must be great, and her willingness to spread the light greater.
the boy shakes his head in pity of her past, and makes to stand. and then, very carefully, he plucks a cricket from the air that has come too close -- and offers it to the lady who has entertained him so. he tips her a smile, and a little tip-tap of his feet, as if to say, why thank you, and i must be going now
he drops the twitching insect near her, and eyes the barren trees and the bristled bushes, before he, too, bounds off into the dry, brown landscape and blends in amongst the dust in his wake.

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exit ysen, thank you for the thread!