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It is strange how some people always need words, when if they just used their eyes they would be so much richer...
Mellors leans on the door of the house with a mug of scalding hot tea in his hand. There is a fine layer of mist on the ground but the light of the dawn is already golden in the sky and fills the air with the promise of sun. Even with the trees still bare the woods are beautiful and it is easy for him to hear the life thrumming under the surface, getting ready for the glory of spring.
Such beauty, and they're the only two who have the privilege of seeing it... He shakes his head in amazement and drinks the last of his tea before going back into the kitchen and filling a second mug that he takes to the bedroom.
The dawn light coming in from the skylight bathes the sleeping man in a soft light that makes him seem even more golden.
He's so beautiful, Mellors thinks, and he's the only one who has the privilege of seeing such beauty.
Mellors leans on the door of the house with a mug of scalding hot tea in his hand. There is a fine layer of mist on the ground but the light of the dawn is already golden in the sky and fills the air with the promise of sun. Even with the trees still bare the woods are beautiful and it is easy for him to hear the life thrumming under the surface, getting ready for the glory of spring.
Such beauty, and they're the only two who have the privilege of seeing it... He shakes his head in amazement and drinks the last of his tea before going back into the kitchen and filling a second mug that he takes to the bedroom.
The dawn light coming in from the skylight bathes the sleeping man in a soft light that makes him seem even more golden.
He's so beautiful, Mellors thinks, and he's the only one who has the privilege of seeing such beauty.
