By:Artemisia

Bird song. Sighing winds, the rustle of wild grasses. Her heartbeat, blood pulsing, steady as a drumbeat. She was to meet him here. A special place, full of magic. A place he had shown her long ago. A red wing blackbird called in the distance. She sat waiting by the cattails, her toes nestled into the cool muddy water of the wetland… the anticipation rising from her belly. They had been apart for only a week or two, yet for her it felt like it had been ages. She longed to see him, to feel him beside her. He should be here any moment.

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