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Secret Garden

Way off down and away from the castle was a garden situated along a walk that took a while to reach. Not many people sought its serenity. The benches beckoned us to sit for quite a spell. Bliss. Peace. Tranquility. I don’t sit. I’m not a sitter. Colleen related to me the story of the Secret Garden. We sat. I was at peace. We held hands. The images don’t do justice to the moment. But, it triggers the remembrance of a cherished interlude. Thank you, honey.

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