Another bridge is made…
The edges of her smile turned up, instead of the black scowl that usually lined her face.
Love or fear?
12 of sweet corn kernels
Chaos of light swirling with and to overcoming dark…
He who demands…
the sun overhead sparkling on the golden sun
A natural wonder
She wasn’t even there. It was someone else.
the lovely, lacy fronds of the Junegrass– color: twilight
Master of Flight, an insect of wonder
What in the blue blazes?
Lacy fronds colored twilight
A dull light saber…?
Was there hope for Olivia?