COME TO ME
And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her;
Walk on a rainbow trail
Walk on a trail of song
And all about you will be beauty
There is a way out
Of every dark mist
Over a rainbow trail.
Her eyes snapped open.
There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail….
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Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket.
Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door.
No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.
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