Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Sunday, 20 July 2014
The Cycle.
At the end of it, I depart for the mountains.
My return? Unknown. Unplanned. Unwanted.
I told her and she seemed to not care. I suppose that is a good sign for her. Moving on quickly, even if she doesn't show it.