<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th – Noon</strong></span><br/><em>Greenhouse – Under Construction</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://instagramdivass.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/0/2/21029130/8353amiss-dollye-castro_orig.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://www.stylevore.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Thick-Girl-Summer-Dresses.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Working on clearing out the old detached garage<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Tia flashed a smile. Marley was clearly enjoying her time in the sun and Tia couldn’t blame her.  Had she had nothing better to do she would have found the bathing suit she had scrounged up in an old store somewhere and joined her in her sun worship.  Maybe even fed a little on its gorgeous rays.  That was certainly an advantage she had come to enjoy an rely on. It wasn’t at all like the feeling you got when you eat other kinds of food.  It was more a sense of gradual fulness and contentment.  It was a whole-body feast with none of the calories.  Tia found that sustaining herself that way did not diminish her enjoyment of food and she much preferred a balance of food and sun for her meals.<br/><br/>She waved off Marly’s concern about the work as she sat on a piece of lawn furniture and laid down letting the sun caress her bronzed skin.  If she would have been back on the farm she would have stripped down to nothing and loved every inch of the heat on her body.  Kesi would see her and make some kind of snarky comment but Tia knew she loved it almost as much as she did.  It was something that she missed.  The farm, the moments shared between them.  Kesi.  She missed Kesi in a way that us undefinable.  It was an ache so deep it would never truly go away.<br/><br/>“Believe it or not I have done more with less,” Tia said as she reclined and rested her head in her hands that she had tucked behind her.  “It’s just going to take a little time.”  She rolled her head to her side to look at Marley.  She was an interesting woman.  There was an aura of detachment from her.  Perhaps that wasn’t the right word for it, but it seemed good enough in the interactions Tia had observed.  She was obviously smart and calculating, but it wasn’t that.  Perhaps it had to do with her ability.  As far as Tia knew Marley was basically immortal and could heal from the worst wounds imaginable.  From the stories she had died multiple times.  That had to have a distancing effect on someone Tia imagined. A sense of otherness.  Maybe they all suffered from that a little.  Having powers separated them from most other people that were just trying to survive without tricks or abilities.  That was frankly too deep for Tia to care about right now.  She preferred to wax poetic over a glass of wine or when sitting under the beauty of an evening sky.<br/><br/>“You don’t get a lot of time to relax do you?” Tia asked.  It must be a lot to try to wrangle this group.  Herding cats her wife used to say.  It was an apt comparison she thought.<br/><br/>