Afternoon With The Axolotls

she hits the blade with both hands high downward is heavenward and we are not alone condesers on and a drop is found a fingertip trace says to me I can see you when you are red a bed of dead leaves grace the ground a quick glance to the other side and we will not be found symbionts in haste command come close screams to me I can see you above the rest and through it all she seems secure downward is heavenward and we are not alone head thrown back a second time Eyes shut , he yells above can we do this without a net