Sunbeam Lair In the mirror, you're brushing over

The youth seemed interested in the sea. And his family. He didn't blame him. His family was ones that stories could be told of. Songs written.

Though he bristled at what the young man said. And frowned as he shifted agitatedly away from the boy and what was at his back.

my family would never turn out de boys. and they wouldn't. Wouldn't treat them as well as the girls, but they were not cruel and they loved them.