
Anaβs train of thoughts rumbled over tracks, though she was not awakened by themβfor whilst she sawed logsβtonewoods, to be sure, via subtlest of audibility, strung for only the most harmonious vibes, like a sun dayβs flop in a field of fawning fauna, they built for her a dreamed destination, where a chord of mellowing memories ever melodically moved her mindβs melding minuets. ; )



