Lion Head Mesa I know you wanted me to stay

cooling, kind touches. they did not compare to the warmth she had yearned for for so long. yet the sun had delivered that and she had payed a nearly fierce price for it.

god spoke with a voice of honey and cinnamon. something comforting, that warmth she yearned for existed in the voice of a divine one.

you — her voice could barely raise and she felt embarrassed for it. saved me?

why?