“Where,” she thought, “where shall I meet you, where for our next date, my dear, so dear love?”
There is no light, darkness reigns, but she knows a place, deep in her memories, the rose garden, in late Spring, the fragrance of the blooms, the humming of the bees. She remembers, she can evoke the place, the time, his face. She sees the colours, feels the warm air on her skin.
She has to be strong, retrace her steps, and his. The monsters are building hell on earth, but she knows where Paradise lies, deep, deep in her heart. Untouchable, safe, as he will be, when they meet again, in the rose garden.
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beautiful
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This has such a deep, dreamlike quality…
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Very tenderly told…
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Wow, that was just beautiful.
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Yes indeed beautiful 💜
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Well done. Ah, the secrets of the mind.
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She sees the colours, feels the warm air on her skin.
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