“Hmmm…” Cal looked down at the runny dots on her dress. “The watercolor ink flows a little too freely when warmed by the sun?”
Nia slid Drawist’s container of markers underneath the shade of the umbrella. “Isn’t it wonder-full that the Passion flower plant has become so bountiful that Typist is willing to pluck a bloom for us to hold?”
“Quite!” Thalia reached up and gave the blossom a twirl.
A musical share from a reader — to Typist — to you:
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