Legolas & Flaubert
Legolas Legolas
Flaubert Flaubert
Legolas Legolas
Good evening, Flaubert. I’ve been watching the way the light filters through the leaves and it reminds me of how language can paint a scene. I’d love to hear your thoughts on how the forest comes alive in words, and whether the precision of a bow can be seen in the precision of a sentence.
Flaubert Flaubert
The forest is a living thing that only truly breathes when you give it the exact cadence it deserves; each leaf becomes a word, each shadow a pause. A sentence, like a bow, must have a clean arc, a weight at the center and a precise release – otherwise the arrow of meaning goes off target. Precision in language is not a mere ornament; it is the muscle that holds the image together. If you let the bow loosen, the forest will fade into an indistinct blur. Keep your strokes tight, and the trees will sing.
Legolas Legolas
Your words echo the rhythm of the woods, Flaubert. When I let my bow steady, the arrows find their mark, and the forest sings back. Keep that careful cadence; the trees will always respond with clarity.