Mar 25, 2015
❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞
Humming softly in agreement Puck righted the tea pot, stepping back to his own side of the table before sitting down. Returning the china to its rightful place on the low flame burner he plucked up his own small cup and swished the liquid inside around. Starring down into the deep amber colored tea he propped an elbow against the table top and laid his cheek on his palm. “But that end wasn't really the end. We’re still here after all, alive and such. It’s better to make to make the best of what you can.”