He writes, and re-writes. Letters formal and like a heavy-handed forgery of Nunen's. Eventually, he lets the lines stand in the corner of his water-damaged note book. The thing kept with several short scrawls of writing, practiced letters and many black inked pages with not a shred of room left upon them. The small poems he'd attempted for Cwennie here remain like tiny shots of light, symmetry and order.
"In duty she treads
loss ravaged, her fate to find
Blue as the rich Sea"
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Narlindwen
Submitted by Ryheric on August 23rd, 2022
