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Adrift upon the ocean air,

Hidden within the salted spray,

Lingers the scent of a lady fair

Of which old Seville is well aware.

From hour to year he aged like wine

And counted every passing day

As he watched the churning brine

With faith his love would return in time.

He wore soft smiles, no hint of gloom,

For grief was simply not his way.

Instead he watched and knew that soon,

Emerging from the sea's gray brume

Beneath the light of the pale moon,

Would come his love, his darling true.

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This is lovely!

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This was so lovely! Mr. Seville was delightful, and the story had a magical, wistful Christmas feel to it.

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Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed ♥️

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Okay, I love that you're also going with the younger kids visiting home (or coming home in perceived disgrace) getting jobs as interns - I also did this in mine 😅 posting next Friday though!

I really enjoy your take!

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Thank you! I can’t wait to read yours :)

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I love the atmosphere of his apartment and the story as a whole!

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Thank you ♥️

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You absolutely nailed it! A lovely addition to Arnold’s Landing

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Love stories about sea people!

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Love this. And Mr. Seville. And the song!!!!

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Thank you! ☺️

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