Friday, November 21, 2008
The two queens stand, legs firmly apart, satin shoes untainted on the huge towering plateus overlooking Walemia.
Behind them the sun drifted lower behind the hills, showering the land with its glory and blessings, so strong that Lake Talhor in the horizon became a single rippling bar of gold.
"What now, Sister dear?" Queen Ann the Strong glanced over at Queen LB inquiringly, her hands clasped tight behind her back.
"Now, Sister, we shall seek the lost souls of our fellow Royalty."
What. Are we writing a story????????????
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Keep well,
LB
Friday, November 21, 2008 ; smile'
