Arrow Lake i'm bracing for the pain and i am letting go

small ideas both stillborn and screaming came out her mind-soul, each competing to suckle at the teat of her attention.

sand taken by the pawful sept out between her toes. she applied sense and knowledge to every thought.

when sound of heavy paws drew near, her neck and head bent at an ugly angle over her back. red eyes bulged round as hunter's moons.

gjørmann. she teased the walker, lips pulling to show a white grin. you know wheach was bhlue first - water, or skee?