The Heartwood beneath the cedars all my love i gave

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the moonlight shrouded phocion enough that ava thought that it was another ghost that caught her attention — for a moment her graceful and mysterious mien was dropped entirely, her eyes widened and she gasped as her heart caught in her throat.

but it was not morgan.  p-phocion — she stuttered before regaining her composure, her jaw tightening as she registered what he had asked.

what do you see, in the stars?  memories played out in front of her yet as always she was lost for words when it came to her clandestine love.  everyone i've lost, she replied simply though her voice was strained.  

it is the sprouting grass moon, she remarked, wondering if he too was educated on the symbolism that hung over the season.