The campfire has relaxed, almost done burning. The dawn was near. Eysin was sitting near the fire, wrapped in a blanket, looking sickly. Calmly watching the flickers, as it was burning out. The old man, who had earlier introduced himself as Vinu Laos, poured from the thermos the last cup of tea and offered it to her. “You saw him
“Out of the blue, a beautiful fruit once fell onto my lap. My first instinct was not to bite into it, but to gift it to someone I loved.” – – – Father Dear Eysin, it was a pleasure to meet you. You are a fierce soul, and you are also gentle. The balance you keep is a pleasant spectacle.
Priit, a happy birthday to you, and thank you for giving me a good reason to finally start writing it out 🙂 * * * By A.C.E. 305 I will possibly have many regrets about what I set in stone in A.C.E. 301 – but maybe that will make the story more real – as in real life, too, we