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 "I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.
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	"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.		"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.
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	"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.		"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.
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	"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.		"I will." Quietly. Leova rises. Quietly. The sound of her footsteps recedes, and there's the sound of the tapestry unhooked, of its falling shut. She must have forgotten the tray after all. Unless... from that juncture, if she can hear, if the sobs don't already shake her too much, there's the shifting of a woman resettling somewhere further off. On this side of the tapestry, or the other? And then there's silence for few moments more, and gradually, hesitantly, something that might get the lids lobbed at her head, or the whole thing, apricots and tray and all. Singing, an soft old Tillek tune, an audible tapestry between Satiet and the rest of the world. Between Satiet and Leova herself, perhaps, if that's what she needs. Who can be heard, crying, over that, if her voice is given time to deepen and enrichen and swell? If she isn't conked over the head, first.
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