Harper Fox

Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea__ave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing. No more bells, except a last dying peal from Fara.

Beyond all of those places, here they would be. He pressed tighter into Fen's embrace. This place had forever in it. Time couldn't end it, nor even the limits of life. Not distance__ot even the wastes of the wild North Sea.

Winter passed, suns and moons, and in the heat of summer each tree leaned across the stream and enmeshed its young foliage with the crown of its brother. More summers, more winters, more suns and moons, and the two had grown together, their great trunks fused, the stream parting now to flow round them.

Who could be like him? Who could ever be like you? Each of us has his path. They run close together sometimes__or life, if we are fortunate__ut they never cross.