Berfe Ece: Talin

And Talin, compass in hand, already nodding.

“It’s nonsense,” Ece said, tossing the bottle aside. berfe ece talin

And Ece’s laugh, carried on a breeze that smells faintly of lilac honey. And Talin, compass in hand, already nodding

And if you listen closely, you might hear Berfe say, “Same time next moon?” compass in hand