Last night the silver moonlight dappled the clouds in the pale night sky, and we whispered to Glyn's house a secret we had heard.
" Wait " we said, " for we have heard that one day next week he will be home." And we are spreading the word to all in the hope that Nadolig will hear and return.
It seemed that the house breathed a sigh in the moonlight. Can a house hold its breath? Maybe one such as this, made from stones from the fields around where it stands, lived in and loved, a home.
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Yes, especially knowing its heart is homeward bound*!*
Oh that is such good news! I hope it reaches Nadolig quickly.
I am hoping, too.
I will breathe a sigh of relief, too, when Mr Griffiths comes home.
Thank you for sharing that secret!
We will be hoping and waiting, holding our breath just as the house does, for Mr Griffiths and Nadolig to return.
The waiting is the hard part. Let's hope Mr Griffiths comes home soon and is happy. Being in your own home is the most happy thing.
Wonderful. I hope he will get home care and will last a good many years longer.
Yes, let the landscape carry the news to Nadolig that his friend is coming home and a lap awaits him. I am sure his home has been holding it's breath and waiting for it's living heart to return.
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