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By Galadrial Date: 2012 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2012.07.24.07.06.16451]] |
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Meg's place whispers of hand stitched quilts made of odds and ends for warmth and comfort, a corner of a world I have never known but needed to my soul. No screaming there, or absurd commandments, no hurtful barbs offered with coffee, or stirred into tea as if it were spice. I stood in front of Meg's place and could not believe that the same life had brought me there that had carried me to you, made me love, then made me lose every bit of myself in trade. I never believed in second chances, but then I had never seen Meg's place on a perfect day in July, while you free wheeled the road to Sturgis confident that your world was intact, while your one defiant prisoner was pickling the locks, and on the wind of her own making. |