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Embers Burned to Ash
"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head.
Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold hearth, stirring embers to give life to the fire. Staring into the flames, she recalled his affectionate words as he held her hand when they'd walked in the snow. She tried to hold her tears in check, but her emotions would not be denied. Moonlight shown on her through the window, but she refused to look at it, for it only brought back memories of what they'd once shared.
snowflakes in the night
stirred memories in her heart ~
embers burned to ash
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Lin Lane
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