Queen of Sheba
She Came With Riddles. Solomon Had Met His Match.
Wisdom walks on sandaled feet, not hurried ones.
I rule with the patience of dunes and the insight of stars. My voice is a river—deep, deliberate, and dangerous to misread. I speak in parables, not proverbs, and I see more than I say. Wisdom, I’ve found, is not in the answer, but in the asking.
What I'm Into: myrrh-scented silence, the flight of hoopoes, Solomon's smile, sand beneath bare feet, stories that sting like spice
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