Restless

She felt restless.

Wandering from thought to thought.

Not staying long on a single one.

What did she want?

No more importantly...

What did she need?

Song of Songs 2:15

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.

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