•There he lives• May be isn't there. He couldn't wait for me for so long, or could he? I ambled through his white lillies' garden slowly, recollecting all I could about this place, the last time I visited. Window panes were broken, with the glass pieces neatly swept at the corner. The Yew Tree almost the covered the whole of the roof. And there, I could see a hole in the wall, letting me peek into the bedroom. I tried to ring the doorbell but a feeling of having pressed it already hindered me. Deja vu? But I couldn't see him anywhere. I blowed the dust off the nameplate. And, there I could find him, not in the grave but on the gravestone. Still lives :) #QSstitchonpic885 #theunsungquill #qsbm2 #qsbm2p40 #qsbm2day9 #yqbaba #quotestitchers Collaborating with Quote Stitchers
