The Last Lantern small Real eucalyptus leaf in copper

Real eucalyptus leaf in copper

She wipes her hand on her trousers and leaves the chain unfastened

their grins stitched wide as if they’re in on some joke you haven’t heard yet

and a faint gleam catches the eye

Ever after

The Last Lantern small Real eucalyptus leaf in copperShe slips past the last lantern before it can claim her. The path is still behind her neat, expected, watched. Ahead, the trees close in, leaves catching what little light the moon is willing to give. It doesnt matter. She knows this way. Or maybe the way knows her. Branches tug lightly at her as she moves, not enough to stop her, just enough to notice. The air smells sharp and green, alive in a way the open paths never are. Somewhere deeper in the