She entered carrying a question, not a bag.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ttK4Dy06D
Didn’t sit. Just stood near the fire.
“If I ask it out loud,” she said, “do I become the answer?”
I stirred a brew before replying.157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3x489WGlf0
Ashroot and glassmint. A brew that does not speak unless spoken to.
“No,” I said finally. “You become the echo.”
She nodded once, then once again for someone who wasn’t there.
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