I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Thursday, August 5, 2021
She, of the first.
.
.
Not a goddess.
Not immortal. Usually. Mostly. Not as it seems.
Her bastard.
Aye. It's... the only way I can win. Worldly, or unworldly.
Choices you don't yet understand. Which... actually confuses me.
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