“…from across the valley. The wind whispered up the grass and he hesitated on t
“…from across the valley. The wind whispered up the grass and he hesitated on the hill, searching for the remains of a thought in…” His voice was deep and soothing, though not soporific. Just…relaxing. She closed her eyes and felt the story wash over her consciousness and carry her away. He built her a world with his voice, and she lost herself within. Suddenly she awoke in the silence, and the amazing world was gone. Only the rasping of an old clock ticked away the silence in the dusk. She looked up curiously, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” he replied, still focused on the book. He eased her head down on his knee. There was a flutter of pages in the silence and, “It was a far cry from his previous abode, but it would do. The new city was fascinating, and he was keen to…” – Would you like to see more? Entertain me. Crumbling. -- source link
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