“I bow to your beauty, m’lady”, he said. Though he only spoke French and she Italian, his deep and graceful gesture made his point elegantly. She glowed a little brighter, which sent shivers down his stem.
Interlopers!! The Smoothers appraoched; intent upon erasing history and all memories. Outraged, she sprang into action; darting, charging, screeching her deafening defense. In the end, the enemy fell back, dumbfounded at how one so small could protect to such great effect. There would be no smoothing today. The perfect imperfection of the Crinkleverse was safe once again.
My mind gets busy and it heats up. Sometimes it's good... sometimes there's a burning smell. When that happens... The gentle rain of peace cools it down.
