
It was Sunday 22 February, 1914, and sitting very close together on the rock, Gilbert and Florence exchanged photographs. They told each other they loved each other and that no partings and no packings, no floods and no farewells could or would ever change that. They lounged back on the rock, high above the sea’s perpetual unrest…”This is for ever,” Florence said. ”For 250 million years. At least.”
- Summer in February by Jonathan Smith -
*sigh* any news on when this will be out?! time for kleenex when it does… I have too many too many questions.. and the...
What a perfect picture