“Okay, I get the idea.” He wrapped his arms around her. “You make me happy, Miranda.”
“Do I?”
“Yes,” he said, kissing her. “You always have.”
Miranda smiled with excitement. All her old dreams were still fully alive, stronger now for being entwined with new dreams. She could almost feel the fresh shoots and blooms beginning to emerge.
About the Author
Linda Mahkovec writes about the search for beauty and meaning, and the awe and delight on finding it. Most of her stories are set in the places she has lived and loved: small town Illinois, the San Francisco Bay Area, Seattle, and New York City. She has a PhD in English, specializing in Victorian Literature.
If you would like to learn more about Linda visit her at her website. You can reach her on Facebook or Twitter.
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