Have yourself a little merry christmas ...

A sprinkle of snow was brushed acorss the rooftops and paving stones, I peared out from behind my steamy curtain, hands cupped around a cinnamon hot chocolate dressesd in my knitted mittens and baggy christmas jumper, the christmas tree sparkling with its glittered ornaments, causing a smile to makes its way across my face.

I shall be away this weekend, and until then, merry christmas dears ♥

Sophie

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I would just like to pay a small yet loving word or two  to a lady with a grinning soul.
She was my dearest companions mother and did not deserve the hand that life had played out to her, however, she gambled her way through it all, living each day as if it were her last and we celebrated her life, with tears in our eyes, and gold in our hearts.

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draw me away

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♥

Cecilia.

She had unruley hair; with a wave which falls over her face; and with all her might

she can never brush it away.

Everyone around her has dispersed

Cecilia is now a silent girl

For who would she have to talk to?

Except the friendly mouse and Eliza whom she seems only in her silver dreams

Where the clock endlessly chimes and the star dust falls into her bruised palms.

Cecilia is now a silent girl

No one understood her rich words; words unfit for such a place

She could talk of the purple sunrsie; the inky night sky and the honey dew on petals.

She walks barefoot; for the soles on her silver shoes had worn away

She likes to hum, like the birds in the trees

and to dance in the mirrored halls where no one can see her

Most of all she likes to speak to the stars

For she can understand their bueaitufl language.

Cecilia.

17 days to micklemas

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