Reminiscence

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Gold. That was the colour of her hair, shimmering in the bright sunlight.

I remember well a day in summer, a kind of day that dispels thoughts of war and reminds one of why we live. The water of the Celebrant as it wrapped us in her cool embrace, the tendrils of my love’s hair floating in the silvery river. I see it as clear as yesterday.

And, as she rose from the depths, I picked a leaf from her hair, a gesture dismissed at the time.

The war ages past, that leaf I have kept: a remembrance of her.



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leaf, silver, river