You just inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside. Assuming money is no issue, what do you do with it?
Fix it, paint it, then call it my home
this is the place I’ll call my own
in the countryside where the
mornings, bliss; dreams bestowed
by sweet Seshat’s kiss,
to write, to read,
so many
tales to
weave.
Morrighan's Muse 
Words to weave, perfect 🙂
Thank you. We’re all wordsmiths, after all 🙂
I like that 🙂 🙂
Gosh I like this, I’m a Seshat!
I was wondering about that when I was writing it – if you were named for the goddess or after something else that I have yet to learn. You’re such a wordsmith, it would be of no surprise to me if you were 🙂