Saturday, July 10, 2010

All she really needed was a hand to hold; a firm hold, just enough comfort, and none of the ever-present nervousness; to grasp and absolutely cherish. She reached around, her arm outstreched it grabbed nothing but air; floating like honey between her fingers. She sighed as she sang at the bow of the ship, watching the dolphins shiver as they danced, sing a hymn to herself: a silent promise between her and Him.

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