Forever
It’s the perfect place and time, sunless, solitary, and silent.
We’re shadows gliding over the lake, blowing ripples, before we dive into our last baptism.
My arms, wrapped around your urn and one last kiss as we sink into the lake.
Ready for our rebirth.
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This post was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. Why not check it out and join in?
Rereading Jane Eyre 
That’s a very romantic and emotional response to the prompt. I could imagine doing that.
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Thank you, Penny. I’m not usually so emotional. The picture prompt took me there this time!
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Such a sad love story there, Luccia.
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Thank you, Sue. Perhaps too sad, but that’s where the prompt took me…
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Never too sad… the imagination goes where it must.
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That’s pretty grim, her clutching his urn of ashes as she drowns.
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I know, far too grim. I’m not usually inclined that way. I blame it on the constant rain and darkness if the photo!
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