Way to go mom, our kids cheer on, I never knew their range of abilities till we all faced and escaped an unknown danger. I shudder at the thought, had we confronted the dangers what would they show, could I risk their lives? I want a childhood of love and peace for them.
Emit's bear hug squeeze me tight, we kiss hungrily, whispering our vows. For now, nothing else matters, dangers disappear.
As if reading my mind, Emit tells me we would get our summer residence back, on the beach, atop the mountains with all of our kids, their gifts and Emit's technology as a force for good. Despite his seemingly brute manners, he genuinely looks out for everyone in his care.
“Sit tight & strap on” back to Earth base, he tells me, voice-commanding the ship
I take my seat on the Shapely- our other baby, Emit & I design the space spa for future travels. The Shapely self-contour to terrains and conditions of travels.
“thanks, Babe, you surprise me in loving ways,” the soft music plays “exactly how I imagine it, would yo—-
Cassandra scribbles on the dried barks & okra veggie, “great job on the Build, kids.” The psalmists become the children’s favorite piece, after losing their mobile devices at the summer residence, they’d written on dried things from the surrounding camp.
Cassandra turns restless, the Eagle word from psalmist “Flying on Eagle’s wings” on staccato rapid sixteenth notes form the Eagle replacing the notes. Out it flew, away from the makeshift camp.
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