Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

plentiful.

a word that blooms jealousy within her so vibrant that she feels acid in her throat. good for them, a bitter thought. she liked them. she truly did. it was just...

a soft breath.

i wander to check the wildlife. it had not been exactly what drove her from safety, but it was not a lie. i watch the deer in kvarsheim. i watch the foxes in the glade. the birds at this lake.

why are you out here?

it seemed only fair to return the question.