A picture falls from between the leaves of the book. She looks at the photograph and smiles involuntarily, taken, just for a moment, back to that day. They look so happy. That necklace… the colour of her eyes, he’d said when he gave it to her…
It had been a beautiful morning, mild for the time of year but with enough of a chill in the air to make the climb pleasant. He had never taken her there before, though she had seen the hill from a distance and he had told her why it held such a special place in his heart. She understood that. There were places that held her heart too.
They had walked up the wooded slopes hand in hand and he had shared memories of a childhood long gone, painting vivid images with his words, telling his boyhood fantasies built around a landscape of dreams.
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