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Nichole Van
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February 3 - February 3, 2024
“in marriage, ye become part of someone else. In a way, ye lose yourself in them. With my Aileen, this feels . . . glorious. Our marriage is loving. We support and nourish one another. But if the love goes off . . .” His voice trailed away for a moment. “Well, I imagine ye can become so lost that ye struggle to keep any piece of yourself.”
I see your love, a patient stone, Rubbed and worn by worshipful hands. A pragmatic beacon of the sun, Lighting the path from where it stands. You drew forth order of chaos, Harnessed time and tamed hinterlands. But now, you are set free. To love . . . practically. Your world has spun a new axis, A different sun, your faithful gone. You, alone, must shape a new form, A home, a rhythm, a wild song, Sculpting the stone of yesteryear, Into a shape where you belong. And now I pray for you to see A way to love . . . practically.
“Happiness and love are akin tae strawberries.” His voice turned hoarse, and he glanced at his dwindling whisky. “Ye have tae glut yourself when the occasion arises—create memories tae see ye through the dark seasons.”
“Death is an amputation.” He fixed her with haunted eyes. “A violent severing of a vital part of ye. It throbs like a phantom limb, pulsing with a pain that nothing can soothe.”
Only a fool cuts off his own arm out of spite. Dinnae be an eejit and let a lack of words amputate a man from your life while he is yet living.” He rested his head back in his arms, eyes closing. “Life is short, sister. Love hard and true . . . while ye still have time.”
Fox Carnegie loves Leah Penn-Leith.