Highland Magic
“The dingy, white finely-woven chemise she wore clung to her slender form, revealing more than it concealed. As had been her habit these past days, she swiftly lifted the outer covering away from her body as she moved toward the boulder upon which rested her green woolen tunic with the wide sleeves, her seashell-and-sandstone girdle, and her filet made of the same material. After clothing herself in the items, she slowly trudged up the rocky shore along the water’s edge, gathering pretty seashel...ls and small stones as she went. This last hunt would give her enough to complete the bracelet she’d begun making to match the filet and girdle she now wore.
‘Twas early yet; the sun was just rising over the craggy cliff of the sea cave inside of which all her earthly possessions now resided. A seafowl shrieked overhead and she tipped her head back to watch its circling flight as it followed the path of the breaking surf before surveying the banks of the strand for its meal in the swell’s wake.MoreLess
‘Twas early yet; the sun was just rising over the craggy cliff of the sea cave inside of which all her earthly possessions now resided. A seafowl shrieked overhead and she tipped her head back to watch its circling flight as it followed the path of the breaking surf before surveying the banks of the strand for its meal in the swell’s wake.MoreLess
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