Truly devoted


The door opened and she sensed the gentleman white - haired by the time he began the ruddy cheeked man style faintly handsome invited them entering the wandering room's looking out at the window while hearing the sound of her voice stands in the middle,with eyes closed, head tilted almost hearing the sound for the first time to one side the harmonica gripped in his hands the smooth side hearing her voice so strong what made her look up at a country gentleman as a harmonica
nurtured his music to his kindness to the old using the roughly old fashioned strung with horses hair wood hearing the fiddle play a fire burned brightly in the fireplace. 

A small country farmer a simple life to once a young man he would be content while pitching hay in the mid summer heat is it fiesable as they met they were coming over the prairie hill when the faint swathe of rain falls entirely the silver quintet in a piece called to one's crossing streams the land trembles flourishes one to one shore.

He has that toughness the anger of the wind which the a sudden gust of wind streams towards the star a step out of the woods. Laying his hand against on my hear. A cheerful  smoking pip farmer heard the soft say it with my hand the frown from his brow he emptied his warm coffee he breathed a sigh even though she scowled she glanced at him her heart was pounding to one's thundered hear against the walls of the rooms to a little way into one's hidden heart sincerely to believe his own kindness.

He speaks very softly to her by kissing her one last kiss while gazing eyes windened darkened to darkening with emotion adroyling holding hands. The trials an fears of the day walking he leaned over next to her she spoke back into low fierce rustling sound her voice fell belonging to one
the older harmless guy threw the drifts he was sitting in his chair to take his rest.





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