Master,
I know our work here still matters, yet I cannot shake the feeling that I’m not doing enough. Tomorrow I’ll go to Crake and join the fight in the field. Perhaps I’ll die with a bow in my hands instead of a spindle, but better that than live like cattle.
The weaving’s done for me. Now it’s time to tear.
Cynthia
I know our work here still matters, yet I cannot shake the feeling that I’m not doing enough. Tomorrow I’ll go to Crake and join the fight in the field. Perhaps I’ll die with a bow in my hands instead of a spindle, but better that than live like cattle.
The weaving’s done for me. Now it’s time to tear.
Cynthia