Kintla Flatlands Open letter to hummingbirds

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peregrine spoke quietly, honestly, and lasher too recalled how he had struggled after their ways had parted. however, fox made the panther happy, and that was what he wished most for peregrine: joy in every facet of his life. some small part of him wondered if it would not still work, in the future to come, with the triad; but he was unwilling to attempt it again. the fluidity of the dynamic had been presented an obstacle it could not surmount.

you can always speak openly to me, taltos whispered into the crisp air, allowing himself another glance into the other's brilliant eyes. fox was quite blessed to have such a man devoted to her; he hoped she appreciated him, and the choices he had made for her, whatever reasoning was behind them.