Wheeling Gull Isle dawning

miseria peeled her head back in something in likeness to lowing cow, evocative; to express her content and maybe to untwist the knife in her flesh. her ant for her family, so deep it made her weep with love.
she had stretched the truth of her willingness to learn about for fear of something she couldn't even remember. but she could try, until it all went up in flames.
for fear if she caught fire, she could only change her aim, her troubles to the sea.