Open Post of Quietude
A rock. A tree. A Luther.
Cutting and shaping something with a small knife from a piece of wood, and maybe thinking a little of his daughter, his youngest, the one who married the miller's boy. But ready to listen, always that.
Cutting and shaping something with a small knife from a piece of wood, and maybe thinking a little of his daughter, his youngest, the one who married the miller's boy. But ready to listen, always that.