“Down by the river we meet,
With dead feathers and bright leaves,
Sculpt a head of floatwood,
Mock it and throw it.
So happy are we
Together by the tree”

Sara Watzgeva, Of Love for the Untouched.

Mini-news : I had to move work from next week to this one, so next page will have a slight delay (up on Monday) and the one after that will be on time.
Then I’ll probably be early for the next one, which will allow me spend more time and care on it 🙂