In the firelight
Her lips and her eyes
Were alive
With her fear
She let one man
Step out of the
Regular thought
And pattern
“…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”
In the firelight
Her lips and her eyes
Were alive
With her fear
She let one man
Step out of the
Regular thought
And pattern
“…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”
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