It was like a song, a tune I heard over the
coppice curling down among us. Perhaps it was
Violet touching her guitar which
beat, and throbbed, responsive in her hands. She
shifted it accommodating Esme(e) who came to
sit once more. She
sat upon a stone and set her chin upon her knees and
held her gray skirts to her and lifted her
deep brown eyes
yet longed for.
will go to view the falls above Treherne Lake," Elaine
confided. "We have ventured many places, many
places, but not yet to the Falls, the Great
Falls, above deep Treherne Lake. Do
you know them?"
wing beat within my heart.