Apr 29
in the shifting morning light, amber sits as one ware amongst many: the form of a woman carved from brilliant honey - wood, brought to life by the mere breath of change. with gentle hands she carves, surrounding herself with tiny spirals of pale bark, a leaf - litter of creation. her movements only still when she hears the soft chime of her shop door's bell. she rises with work in hand, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she greats her customer in her usual contralto purr: "i was not expecting anyone this early. please, come in and make yourself at home. i hope you will find what you are looking for."
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