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Detail
Caught up in her tangle of emotions, her insignificance and powerlessness, Heather became oblivious of her surroundings, the girl a quaking, shadowy ball upon the floor, the Bristol House time crawling on in the dimness.
In due course, Heather raised a sleeve and wiped away her tears. She looked up at the ceiling.
“You’re not stopping me forever, you know. Whatever has happened to Grandma Dawn, I’m finding out—I’m finding her.” She climbed to her feet. “Besides, there are other reasons to go back to Evermore—or have you forgotten?” Heather glared, defiantly. “I am the green-eyed Maiden.”


Beautiful images. Such a wonderful story.
On Sat, Mar 16, 2019 at 11:02 AM The Ruins of Evermore wrote:
> David Saccheri posted: ” •••• Detail Caught up in her tangle of emotions, > her insignificance and powerlessness, Heather became oblivious of her > surroundings, the girl a quaking, shadowy ball upon the floor, the Bristol > House time crawling on in the dimness. In due course, Hea” >
Thank you, Donna, for your kind words. I very much appreciate them. Cheers!