Come my loves, it’s that time again, time to gather and stroll with friends.
Shall we step into a forgotten moment in time, hearing all the memories of each door we walk by?
Whispers of the hustle and bustle of a town no longer claimed, if we listen we can faintly hear it’s name.
Catching glimpses of the children that did play; hey, I think they just ran that way!
Peeking in homes, that are no longer full, wonder what kind of life we can revive, with all the magic that we pull?
So, my loves, when you finish your day, care to join me to see what kind of mysteries await us, off this way?
Author Unknown to me.