The land called to those who wanted to hear her. The rest wandered in idle enjoyment of the still stones. They brushed careless hands across their surfaces, and felt for holes to climb. Sometimes they took out their pocket knives and chiseled what they thought to be forever love upon their granite faces. And the land watched in silence, waiting for those who could hear her.
She sang the forgotten song to those who remembered its melody. They felt it in their bones as they stood upon her raised mounds. Her notes caressed their skin in the embrace of mother love. Her song wove inward through membranes to find the memory of home. Joy, rupturing the heart into ecstasy and sorrow, she sang of a love so deep tears fell from opened eyes.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Thank you for sharing, Sue ❤
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A pleasure, Alethea x
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I am once again fascinated about the different solutions of the prompt. Well done. I am honoured getting so many new thoughts. Best wishes for a delightful weekend. Michael
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It delights me every week, Michael, how many different perspectives the prompts bring out 🙂
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So true, Sue! Thank you for making this possible, with all your efforts. Have a beauftiful weekend. Btw: There are rooms for rent in the Buckingham Palace. Could be right for Ani, as a caretaker. 😉
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I doubt if I could afford the rent there 😉
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😉 Ani could make the housekeeper, and caretaker for the corgies. Lol
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She would certainly give them exercise 😉
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Lol – With antlers on?
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If necessary 😉
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