Faded Houses Green

Come did the bruising season of the heart after the flounce of spring declared a pall upon the acorns gathered around the fringe in their ceremonial plume.

Sally sang of deliverance and Sam sang of evil, and they would have won the day had the heron not beguiled the treaty so conspicuously–in bronze no less! Sam told Sally there would be more where that came from. Sally told Sam she would stand fast to the end–against the mast–harbors ablaze–till they sank to the coral acorns and sang of the fringes such omens imply.

Sam told Sally to stop making so much sense–what the moment called for was a bit of absurdity and a dash of silliness. The funicular would arrive at any nick of the moment to lift them to safety and security–if not all the way to paradise. Sally said we have a long way to rise just to get to limbo, kiddo.

Come did the bruising season of the heart, but the breaking season of the bones remained at bay–securely harbored for a future armada against the hearty souls of Sally and Sam.

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