I was wondering.

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Once she fell into the trap, knowingly or not, would she simply flee?  Or would she, as I have sensed before, attempt to touch the hem of my cloak?  Evidence is what it is.  Old songs, and some new ones, but of a sort that would be understood personally.  You, dear reader, only have... these things are stories, tall tales at best.  You might enjoy them, or they might terrify you.  She?  She knew these.  She didn't believe, even living them, but for fear not because she knew better.  They really can't look into some parts of the world, men, monsters, or nephilim.  Women are terrified of some things.

In no particular order, mostly.  Yes, old and some new.  She has been watching, perhaps she is catching up after getting bored and dropping off.
This one, at one point, made her run away... too close to home.



This one she knows more than you can imagine.  Probably boggles her mind.

She has always known this of my nature, but the destroyer or the wolf?

A curiosity.  Can't be true, of course.  Can it?  *dog with peanut butter sandwich*

Hmm, yeah.  What woman doesn't love to be... loved.

A simple desire.  As women go.

It might be someone else piecing things together.  Maybe she did run.  She is an odd bird, sometimes running away from what is true, sometimes running to what she fears, always confused when one is both.  She doubts, denies... no matter.  Someone was digging through my back yard.  For a logic?  A key?  A hope?