Elemental Desires

These are my pages. The village would have judged them vanity and sin and sentenced them to the fire. This is what I wrote after I crossed the river they forbade. The still water after that. The woods and the hands that found me there are written. They are not yet loosed. I keep the mask. A girl’s face is a confession. I will not give you a name to carry with you. I will not come to your door. If you have come for a page, tell me which water you mean: the river at the edge of the village, or