The dancers swirled around the room, resembling colourful flowers swaying in the wind. There were few flowers, though, in the City. It felt like a barren desert of stone.
Her heart ached for the flowery meadows of her homeland with the feel of soft grass beneath her bare feet.
Then she saw him. Smiling, he took her hand, leading her in the dance.
He held her tightly, guiding her footsteps, his breath warm against her skin, his heart beating against her own.
Arwen’s sorrow melted like frost before the sun. Here was her true home, safe in her husband’s arms.
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Home is where the Heart is
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Happy birthday Reuben Redfur
My 'wild child' cat turned 5 today and now is a respectable well behaved and rather a plump cat. He still is a law unto himself, but he once a blue…
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Catch up album - December 2020
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