Even mountains mourn…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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Long ago, when the world was young, a fire had burned in him, red as hearts’ blood and he had called it love. She had risen beside him, igniting the life within, and their lives had mingled. Deep within his heart, passion flamed and overflowed and from its bright beginnings a land had been brought to birth. A land in which she had been loved and cared for by her children, while he watched over them all in joy and the green earth flourished.

Had he tended them too well? Nurturing their curiosity, encouraging them to explore the nature of a life they believed was their own? Their children had learned new ways and turned away from the old.

Forsaken, they had grown old together. The story of their love was told only as a fairy tale, no more than make-believe. And though their love endured…

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