July dribbles - 25


She built a castle long ago round her heart. Weeds grew, imparted a wildness to her look. Thorns guarded the door. And time stood still.
He knocked at the door, crept into the darkened room to remembered love. “Amy?”
Old eyes gazed up, old memories replacing new. Weeds fell away.

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