escapees

Hearts explore beyond their container.

Calliope looks at Thalia… “Looks like something… a child might paint,” then swivels her gaze toward Urania, “or… an old lady.”

“Funny,” Nia and Tal say in unison.

“Jihhhhhnks!” Thalia calls.

Nia tries to hold a poker face as mirth pulls on the corners of her smile. “Would you grow up?!”

Beautiful young people are works of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
~Unknown

When I get old, they’re never going to say, “What a sweet old lady.”
They are going to say, “What on earth is that crazy old woman up to now!”
~Unknown