She rides among the ruins, history in its folds. Their distant song echos in her heart. She keeps their stories hidden and nurses tulips in their memory. She knows the secret, that even among ruins, beautiful things can grow...shining, swaying, beautiful things. And as they rise, hope rises with them.
{In case you're curious, here is the previous sighting}
Wow, very nicely written. How cute and fun your fairy on horse is, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dana! :)
DeleteYour photos are very beautiful. They definitely have a magical feel to them :)
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Sarah
excitinglittlethings.blogspot.com
Thank you, Sarah, that makes me happy! :)
Deletebeautiful....
ReplyDeleteI think I may know here ; )
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love and light
I bet you do. :)
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