Measured and stately, reads in single lines and leaves space. Old words, new humour. Asks 'and then?' Near the end she reads the line again, slower, with one word changed to yours.
Where you sit
You are the winter visitor who guessed the ending of the second line.
She has opened the old book to a page she hasn't read for years.
On the pin
Hair
long silver braid
Eyes
light blue
Height
5 ft 10
Build
tall
Off the road
sagas, fjord roads, winter stoves, last lines, blank pages