The Terrace

The Villa’s lights lit the night sky…music drifted on the wind.

She stepped from the car, closed her eyes, stilled her mind and listened.

A heart whispered back.

She followed the crowd through the front door, into the garden. Tables were covered in all manner of food…a banquet befitting a king’s celebration. She ignored the food making her way towards the terrace.

‘I’ve been told you help some to see their beauty within,’ she said. ‘Perhaps you will take me on that journey.’

‘Every heart sings a song incomplete,’ he said.

‘Until another heart whispers back,’ she replied.

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