"Can we go flying, too?" Ingress asks, looking around the meadow.
Gavroche and Clement are juggling bowling pins beside the rivulet of fresh water that flows to the Thames. 'Dora waves to her from the green blanket upon which she sits. She's taking food out of a giant wicker basket. And behind her, under the shade of a spreading chestnut tree, are three figures.
They step out into the sunlight.
"MUMMY!" Ingress yells, and she begins running. "DADDY! ARCH!"
She flings herself into their solid arms. She smells her father's cologne and feels her mother's soft lips kiss her forehead and hears Arch's ever present laugh, and she laughs and laughs as Tom and Door and Megwyn join the giant hug.
Embraced by her family in the ancient London sun, she floats up and up and...
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Re: Green grow the rushes, oh
Date: 2010-06-18 01:23 am (UTC)Gavroche and Clement are juggling bowling pins beside the rivulet of fresh water that flows to the Thames. 'Dora waves to her from the green blanket upon which she sits. She's taking food out of a giant wicker basket. And behind her, under the shade of a spreading chestnut tree, are three figures.
They step out into the sunlight.
"MUMMY!" Ingress yells, and she begins running. "DADDY! ARCH!"
She flings herself into their solid arms. She smells her father's cologne and feels her mother's soft lips kiss her forehead and hears Arch's ever present laugh, and she laughs and laughs as Tom and Door and Megwyn join the giant hug.
Embraced by her family in the ancient London sun, she floats up and up and...