Roger Noons
a glass of the sweetest ambrosia
Maria,
I checked last week, it was still there glowing in
the sunlight. A man told me that in September the balustrade will be repainted.
It suffers from the affects of the easterly wind and salt from the sea. He
assured me that our padlock will remain, be protected while the work is carried
out.
Might we find someone to save us, rescue our
love? To reignite the flames that soared into the sky on that June
evening when, happily, we threw the keys far into the ocean. When we deemed our
hearts should intertwine and beat as one.
Toni.
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