She pulls her cloak over her shoulders
as she strolls through the night
She clutches the diamond choker from her throat
and tosses it upon the pearled carpet
inviting weary travelers to her celestial mansion
Petunia is not a pig.
Fire on the Mountain
great imagery – just where is this carpet?
enter and be blessed by light, by grace, by soft healing warmth.
this is the most soothing comment I’ve read all day…thank you, Joss.
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