Counting down the hours, she watched the boat chug upriver. When Evensong ended in the great Cathedral -- she sighed for the loss of the songs -- she would slip through the flood gates down to the water. The boat, and her freedom, would be waiting. Hefting the market basket, she trudged back to her scullery duties.
1 comment:
Hello darling, have missed you too.
That is one awesome picture and I love your verse too.
Big Hugs.
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