She answered his wish, his urge to spend another year in the City, among the ghosts, in the parks, on the banks of the river: yet he knew she would soon crave the sight of another river, the high cliff, her sister the Mermaid. At night he would listen to the sailor’s scream for the fatal beauty.
As his dream faded, hers would radiate the green colours of the Rhine.
There is such a lot in these few words.
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This is lovely! Thanks for sharing it. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Beautiful sensory writing!
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