Forsythia that I thought had been dozed into oblivion sprang up and misted the foundations with lemon icing I yearn for all winter.
Anne Rivers Siddons...and turned his eyes the color of a winter sea.
Anne Rivers Siddons...and the afternoon flowed on into lavender evening.
Anne Rivers SiddonsLaughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.
Anne Rivers Siddons...the pastel sea of trees and flowers.
Anne Rivers SiddonsI fell in love with Peter at that precise instant. I don't suppose many other women know the exact moment the rest of their lives began.
Anne Rivers SiddonsPeter and I danced in bare feet in the cold wet undergrowth while the moon poured its wild old silver down on us and the water ran black and ancient and the moss shone.
Anne Rivers Siddons...heavy satin that fell like spilled syrup...
Anne Rivers Siddons...against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.
Anne Rivers SiddonsIt was lovely wine, soft and full of flowers.
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