Sleepy Fox Hollow over cracks along under the trees

a ring of scarring around mahler's eye proclaimed that the mother to his grown sons disavowed anyone from the den so early. he himself kept his distance unless she wished for him, taking his turn to watch and wash little ilse.
today he rumbled to her. "mutter wird nicht lange weg sein," mahler said to the singleton daughter born this year.
two sisters — three, with tiercel — and a brother abroad. two still at home. he wondered what her upcoming might be like in comparison to the others.