*The energy in the Parlour becomes more noticeable as the days pass and more folk on the Sardis side of Chilliwack succeed in finding the shop despite the continued lack of signage. Weaver has been noticing it exploring the shop proper in the quiet times between customer rushes. No doubt getting acclimatized,or perhaps attuned would be a more appropriate choice of word, to the place.
The strength of flow through the threshold of the doorway gains a little with each new face that wanders in to investigate this strange new place.
Strengthened and emboldened to prowl atop the shelves and under the tables, exploring any nook or crevice where an errant thought or daydream could be hiding before circling back to rest a while within its refuge.
With a distracted nod of her greying head, the Weaver walked over to shut the door until morning … feeling oddly like she was going through a tuck-in routine like was her custom with her grandkids.*
All right you,
I’m off for the night.
I’ll see you in the morning …
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