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As we await the starlight and the silvery moon, the shadows of the trees dance upon the cedar fence. They dapple the wood, the leaves flickering like candlelight, creating a new picture from moment to moment. Amid the perfume of the summer blooms, feeling the cool of the evening wash over us as the waves kiss sun-warmed sand, we savour this moment together. From neigbouring gardens comes the music of laughter, the promise of playfulness and new joys to brighten our dreams.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), June 26, 2018.
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Within the remains of the castle is a dampness that does not belong to the air outside. Despite the courtyard being open to the elements the odour and humidity are quite different. The ground covering is sparse and those that grow are the shade-loving flora of broad leaf and juicy stem, interspersed with tufts of grass. It's a fine place to corral our horses overnight - freedom to roam without the option of running away. We sit, perspiring skin caressed by the cooler air, our bodies still feeling like they are travelling – rocking with the movement of our steads. The shade is a luxury after the summer heat. Tonight I will sleep like the king of this decrepit castle and execute my wrath on anyone intent on playing jester.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), July 11, 2015.