“For all eternity,” he said as he kissed her beneath the white-berried bough.
“Together always and forever,” she said, soft and low.
On death their souls took residence in their little golden bough
Millennia have passed yet they’re there now
The mistletoe
crispina kemp 
Beautiful story. Is this mistletoe?
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Yes, this is mistletoe, beneath whose branches couples kiss at Christmas 🙂
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Oh I see. I hadn’t seen it before
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It’s the one winter foliage the church forbids as decorations on their premises
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Very understandable 😃😜
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Considered unacceptably pagan
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😜
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So lovely.
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Thank you. A little romantic whimsy
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How beautiful, really heartwarming
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Thank you, Pam. It was quickly penned, a bit of fun. And yet it fits well with the folklore
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Till the end of their time… Lovely.
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Romance. From my fingers? Oh well, put it down to age
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We are allowed to soften up a little 😉
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In truth, these last 2 yrs have been the most romantic in my life. But all that is over now. Head into work. I have books to get out there!
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Awww. A blip in time.
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It was interesting. It gave me material for writing. And I know I helped Crispin through a bad patch. I’m happy.
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There is that. And that’s always a nice thing, too.
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😊​😊​😊​
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🙂
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Beautiful and so romantic!
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Thanks, Nan. Me, romantic? But we have to have a first for everything. 😊​😊​😊​
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