Honeyed Pasture and watched an aspen that confirmed it

the boy grabs an antler from a buck’s recent shed — one draped with dirt and moss — and turned to face her. her tail whisked gently, catlike, as he approached with his find.

it’s for rituals, he says.

the listener will appreciate your work.

morgana’s eyes trailed across it’s sharp ends.

i wonder if this fell from the head of the ill. she looked up at ingram. have you seen the disease?