 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 90 And someone’s wonderful love for your loving heart to share. My wish for you, sweet happy life. May all your sorrows be gone and your heart begin to sing And if a wish can make it be. I wish for you, spend everyday of your happy life with me... The men have gone out on a hunt. Pheasant were near by. One of the maidens started sing about the Harvest Feast. I'd completely forgotten what time of year it was. Yes, Harvest time. A time of Thanksgiving. A time when friends and neighbors feast most of the week. Or at least the latter part. The first part is more of a religious tone of praying and fasting, baking bread for the weak and the distressed. Then it ends with quite merryment. Dancing, lots of ale, courting, bundling. Usually in a couple of weeks, many are betrothed and stay in the state of joy til early spring when many weddings start. Not this year. Lord knows what pity lays before us. I'm shocked they thought of the pheasant. I know my brother will have as much singing, dancing as possible. I'm not in any mood. There is nothing to be thankful far. I'd rather be alone with my book. With my memories. I can't possibly think of joy at a time like this. I wish no one had even thought of Harvest Feast. I can not laugh. The laughter is gone.
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