Cold Water Dashed On Tiles

[aesmael]

Belongs Here:

This is the place where the rivers met, where the grass grew thick and dark and the trees had strong roots in the soft ground. This is the place where the wind hissed through the grass. This is the place where they would gather once a week, when they could, to meet and eat together and share the times of their life.

This is the place that was special to them, all through their lives.

Comments

[mantic-angel.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, reminds us of a little place in our own mind, and is beautiful little fragment of words too :)