She'd found him in the dunes that night
staring at the waves, Daphne's locket in his hand.
Tears still wet on his face, she silently embraced him.
They had made crazy love that night and she'd fallen
asleep easily, suddenly waking to find him gone.
There were no words she could say now.
Impossible to compete with the solace of the dunes,
oceans crashing tide and the noble domain of the stars.
But there was time.
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We should meet one day my friend... if indeed there is yet still time... we might exchange notes perhaps.... I do mean that....
This is certainly among your finest.... and true. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Neville
A bit of drama to whet the appetite was all i penned. Notes, I'm still trying to get rid of a stash of old twenties before they become only acceptable in banks.
A truly intriguing piece of prose that captures those moments of love's aftermath where silent embraces word all that's needed. An opening chapter with more to follow ?
Nothing more planned I'm afraid. I just wanted to place a bit of drama into a few short lines.
There is always time even if it is just in memories, savour each and every one.
Andy
Ah yes, time the great healer.
Excellent
Thanks peto.
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