Okay; this was written earlier this evening on the bus journey back to Blairgowrie from Perth. The first draft anyway, which turned out to have a 1% word miscount. Ever likely to edit as I re-write/write out again (it's a disease!) The drabble turned into part poem / part enigma / part drabble; the title into an in joke for the recipient (and
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"Will you be my bride?"
Tara kissed her, and held Faith tight.
LOVELY work, Ray!
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Part of the strength I feel in their partner/relation-ship is that both are each other's rock; safe harbour and that they also know only too well how near we all sail all the time to nothing mattering at all.
Neither has asked forgiveness of the other; though both have given it unasked.
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