QuietPlace

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, thou art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. * Song of Solomon II: 10-14*

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Clovenstone Celtic Fantasy Adventure Novel	Personal Author Page of Ruth McIntyre-Williams
Things Celtic	Free Background Tiles
Home	Talk Nature
Write to me	Free Webart