This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding Twittering Tales.
The inheritance.
She could hear the pipes grandda used to play. The sound was in the wind comming up from the sea. Oh! it was cold grey here, desolate even. Yet once inside those forbidding walls all was light and love. What now, with Nana and Grandda both gone. So many memories, must they sell?
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May 22, 2018 @ 09:54:03
Love this. It says so much.
May 22, 2018 @ 09:57:33
Thank you it cried out to me 💜
May 22, 2018 @ 10:31:11
💜💜💜
May 22, 2018 @ 11:41:43
Oh no! Don’t sell. Keep this family legacy at all costs! at least that’s my 2 cents worth.;)
May 22, 2018 @ 15:01:27
Yes definitely one to keep at all costs 💜
May 22, 2018 @ 15:08:06
indeed! 🙂
May 22, 2018 @ 15:16:24
💜💜
May 22, 2018 @ 12:07:50
Truth in this one. Feels so real as if standing right there.
Outstanding
May 22, 2018 @ 15:00:35
Thank you there are some places that just exsude their history, thankfully this one has a happy history for a change. 💜
May 22, 2018 @ 12:51:30
Good one willow, well done.
May 22, 2018 @ 15:02:05
Thank you Michael it really tells its own story.💜