“Count the stars,”

DAY 12

Scarcely visible in the evening twilight, Ray reached and held his wife’s hand. “L’amour de ma vie, je t’aime.”

Diana caressed his knuckles with her long fingers and smiled. “I love you too,”

“I love you more,”

“How much?”

He looked up at the sky. “Count the stars when they come out tonight.”

© La Petit Muse 2016

For Word-High July

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