This story speaks to no one. Just waiting in it's shadow for the sun to busk open. There is to be no reclamation, the author thinks. This evening nor the next. Then, as the sun sets, she feels love. And she follows him down. In the blush, "if" and "only" the last words uttered. Untill the next day come around.
Tug On the Creek's Ear
Whether it be a whisper or a shout. It's all welcomed.
If you have taken the time to contact Beyond Plum Creek, then nothing but gratitude shall you receive. If a response doesn't come your way, then the dag gum thing is broken.