tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889732173413057996.post128983430538156907..comments2014-11-23T10:41:24.811-06:00Comments on Jots Beyond the Margin: The Power of PlaceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08240719494747780399noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889732173413057996.post-18115588275044653152010-07-07T20:12:01.343-05:002010-07-07T20:12:01.343-05:00Her mood was as gloomy as the weather. England wa...Her mood was as gloomy as the weather. England was always gloomy and she longed for the return of the sun. For him - he was her sun.<br />Only the patter of the rain against the leaded glass answered her silent prayer.Lila Algerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00194077223861159666noreply@blogger.com