Lost Creek Hollow the prayer of the apostle paul

the stranger was reverent and strange. silvertongue watched him with her glassblown eyes and then her lips curved into a grin. "we were all wanderers once." her eyes swept to the viridian shadows here and there. "what is your name? what do you bring? we all come together and offer what we have." there was no price for entry, only a willingness to learn and to listen. she liked the way he bowed, and stepped forward silkily to see if this man would offer more obeisance.