(She did not like to be tugged at against her will by unseen fingers, sticky-sweet, leaving little golden smudges on her soul...)

(Thread for Gent and Rosella)

(She wasn't ever supposed to come down. Not to the Neath. She was for sun and fields with clover and ducks, not the tripping shadows that clutched tighter with each step you took here...)

The patrons are noisy, the decor is riotous, the food--well, it's more about the ambiance than the food.


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