Last Instructions

Before I leave hold my hand and whisper softly of the summery scent of sweet peas, the heady aroma of spiced lilies, the fragrance of pine after a Highland shower. Speak to me of spring when raindrops fall upon the Wear,* Tell me how I once again gaze from the bridge spellbound by the concentricContinue reading “Last Instructions”

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