A lullaby, a melody something to calm her ears so they would not listen to her heart pounding like a drum inside her chest.

The fields all around her this time of year filled with beautiful green crops ready for reaping. the smell of nature was indeed refreshing, considerate, however, not unto the emotions of Miriam.

As she uttered that she was too scared to feel anything. She was having these plumbless thoughts buried inside her chest. That begs the questions were they really just thoughts.

Miriam was a portrait of pulchritude. Her Hair were stugian she loved to play with them. Would she ever find a swain with such a pulchritude as to match hers. It was a question only time could answer.

She was thinking what her parents would say about her thoughts of having a swain, "You are not vestal child, God forgive her!"

She laughed at the whited sepulchre kind of tongues of her parents.
She never loved the responsibilities that were wont upon women of that age.

Zephyr, Miriam thought, a word she heard today as her parents spoke about the wind, she learned that word today as her...