Jon made his delicious scrambled eggs, we had croissant, sliced pears and bacon. It was brunch with a couple of friends.
I put in a few logs then held up the last one, arms length away. “Look” I interrupted them, “It’s a Branch Woman and she she has a vulva”.
Right there on the bark between her legs was the flowering slit. And when I turned her around Susan saw the second woman behind the first, and she had a vulva too.
I held the log by one leg and looking at her began to see who she really was, how I would being to bring her to life.
Another Branch Woman saved from the fire. Things are going in the right direction….