In my mind, there will always be the souls of Edwards and Gavestons walking about the age old walls of Tynemouth castle, along the English moors, the greenest of its hills. They were lovers that went wrong. But if spirits do come to visit the places hallowed by love, they will always live on, in the pages of our books, in the hearts of starry-eyed dreamers like us.
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Arcadia
PoesiSpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
