Ounces of Pine 1

I blinked and lost the square I found. It turned into a rhombus of sorts, then decided to mold into a gypsy woman just past her prime magic-making years. I asked this woman what she meant by the transformation, and she didn’t say a word. Looking around, I noticed an inordinate number of frogs and dragonflies. I asked her if she also noticed these creatures, and she nodded slowly. This interaction taught me that she could indeed understand me and convey her thoughts in a method other than spoken language. I settled into place and began shrugging my shoulders. She also settled and repeatedly bent her left arm at the elbow. We had a lovely time that afternoon.

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