Friday, 15 November 2013
Star of Evening
Ahead of him to the east the first star of evening began to appear. Stopping, he watched it twinkling, dancing over the waves on the edge of the world. 'Spend this long night with me.' Had she whispered it to him, as they kissed and hugged under the mistletoe, in a grove of oaks? Or had he just imagined she had?
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