| By Picnic Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Jun 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.24.11.39.5050]] |
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They sat on a blanket eating cheese and fruit, watching the waves kiss the sand as the sun sank beneath the horizon. The sky was a swirl of jewel colors...ruby, amethyst and peridot. "Can you hear the bells?" Marguerite asked hopefully. "Bells, hell. I hear a symphony," John said. Marguerite shivered...and they kissed. |