careful she listens observes says a few words to gently pull off the costume she waits for others to take a turn for her awareness cradles all
hairs brush over the horizon the ring hovers at a calm distance until the terrain draws it closer the ring glows brighter and warmer hairs standing on end until the ring becomes
slips over rock
a toy soldier
in the womb
Do the cliffs close in to the right or open up to the left? Are these echoes of each other, without a source? Or are they more like strips of paper simulating weight through shading?
And because why not put them together.
And just for fun.