Day is ending, birds are wending…
The lyrics from a song reached through the depths of her mind. With it came many memories of nights spent hoofing the night away, breaking the hearts of men who wanted to make her their latest conquest.
Those memories set a dreamy smile on her face, appearing as though she had far too much giggle juice. Without realising it, Clara was humming along to the music.
Back to the shelter of each little nest they love…
Clara had no idea what was going on, but she enjoyed being this state. She was comfortably numb, free to dive into her memories of a time that was never more apropos for her… the scent of vanilla makes me think of...
Nightshades falling, love birds calling…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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