Sparked by pp 203 and 204

[bluecastle]

This is turning into something of a series. This one is slightly less depressing than the others, I hope.

She watched from her balcony
The railing cold beneath her fingers
Glad to see that the swans had reappeared
Floating serenely down the stream
Moving like a spreading fan
So white
And vulnerable
And strong
As they swam towards the bridge
The bridge of secrets
Where he first told her that he loved her
And so much more.

**someday maybe I'll turn these into story sparks. Cause I have no idea what the mystery is here but there's clearly more to this story :)

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Comments

[used_songs]

I like "bridge of secrets" - that's a cool image.

[valancy-joy.livejournal.com]

Me too! The phrase just popped into my head as I was jotting down the stuff from the book page about the swans and the bridge :)) happy inspiration!!