Sheepeater Cliff [m] eighty-eighth

he saw, he saw!

senmut scrambled up the last little promontory and out onto the true spread of grey stone over which the gentle lightening already lipped.

trees in rows and rows of bluest hue; senmut laughed aloud in surprise and wonder. "like a sea of lapis lazuli," he breathed to legend, "a jewel we can never capture, able to be held only by the cage of memory."

the stars slept, one by one, and he turned his pleased eyes upon legend, truly satisfied to share such a moment with her.