Quietly the girl stood, flute in hand, eyes cast down toward the floor. Her heart was heavy, as it always was in His absence, her life somehow less meaningless when He wasn’t near. She lifted the instrument to her lips, drew in a deep breath of sea air, and began to play. It was a song of longing, a song from the heart, a song to bring Him back to her. The notes drifted on the breeze, across the ocean waves, across the sea to find Him, to gently caress His face and whisper in His ear, “I love You.”
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