I send her on merry jaunt. Assemblage of fragrant notes and honeyed notions. Creative endeavours bundled up. Warm entwine on— [sweet-honeyed silence… rest mortal flesh] — breath’s current to bolster her excursion ‘cross interval’s width. In needle’s eye thyme threads, she slips through with ease. Reaching. Gifting minds in light-s-mile vision. Nature ends never. Simply she cycles back and forth between. Creating… wellsprings in missives of tranquility. Amber marrow bee…