That's a poor joke. I'm too weak to smash anything.
[folding her hands in her lap, she sighs and leans back some, settling fully into the seat.
the river below, one can hear it from here. flowing onward, away, wherever rivers go. over rocks, through fields. home to so many small things, bringing life to the world. almost like a lullaby, in its rhythm.]
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[folding her hands in her lap, she sighs and leans back some, settling fully into the seat.
the river below, one can hear it from here. flowing onward, away, wherever rivers go. over rocks, through fields. home to so many small things, bringing life to the world. almost like a lullaby, in its rhythm.]