I really need your opinions on this. I am writing a new story and this is an excerpt of it. :) I pour some of the holy water over the icon of the goddess of love , kiss my wedding ring seven times and light one of the incense. It is the scent of sweet pastry , which I smell, especially when you break up a bread after baking and the wonderful aromas unfold , mixed with the unmistakable touch of smoke. I close my eyes inhaling the scent delightfully. It is a good sign. I thank you and the destiny that ye have done it unto me. I m happy. So happy that sometimes it scares me. I fold my hands in prayer. I could never be without him and my fear of losing him is killing me on the inside. Great Spirit of life, I dare you to protect him in his ways , bless his deeds , let him return home victorious leaving his enemies there, whence they never return. The fresh summer breeze sweeps gently over my skin. I have a feeling that someone is listening to me and say softly: „I thank you for the support, you give us And I thank you for the woman you gave me , added Miros voice.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 19:58:44 +0000
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