Monday 3 March 2014

This story Part IV

Down the road where tar turned to soft white sand in the darkness. Hand in hand. Cold by the wind this place befriended years ago. A little to the left and up the dune we found our spot. I held her as close as possible but it was she that kept me warm. The sky set a backdrop and the ocean sang the chorus as we talked about us, now and tomorrow. I saw her eyes waiting patiently as the words found my voice. "I truly love you." Without skipping a heart's beat she responded with the same affection. The stars broke through the night and the orchestra of waves did their encore. Never again cold, a night dare ever be.

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