I stand alone at the bridge, our lives intertwined behind me. I see your eyes in the moss, feel your breath in every breeze.
How does the Watch Stone persevere, its longtime companion torn away? Such ancient grief must surpass mortal understanding.
I stand alone at the bridge, our lives intertwined behind me. I see your eyes in the moss, feel your breath in every breeze.
How does the Watch Stone persevere, its longtime companion torn away? Such ancient grief must surpass mortal understanding.
January 27, 2016 at 10:29 pm
I really enjoyed this!!! BRAVO!!!
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January 28, 2016 at 6:41 am
Oh! That felt me with such longing. What a wonderful take on the photo prompt!
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January 29, 2016 at 9:19 pm
I really do feel for the stone. Thank you for stopping by.
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January 28, 2016 at 1:52 pm
Breathtaking.
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January 28, 2016 at 2:29 pm
Full of longing. Every sentence is a gem. ***
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January 29, 2016 at 9:24 pm
Thank you.
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January 28, 2016 at 2:34 pm
So beautiful. The second line though…breathtaking.
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January 29, 2016 at 8:53 pm
I found myself wishing I had more words available for that part; glad it still worked. Thank you for visiting.
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January 28, 2016 at 4:37 pm
Beautifully crafted
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January 29, 2016 at 8:57 pm
Thank you
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January 29, 2016 at 1:07 am
“breath in every breeze. ” lovely
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January 29, 2016 at 9:22 pm
Thanks. The breath was a late edit; I’m glad it fit.
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