He bought her a house in the woods and tea with flowers in the morning when she woke...Apple cake and sunlight on the windowsills
Fresh sheets on the line
Laughter in every room...
Salty superstitions... a story of apple blossom, love, lost souls, storms, superstition, the sea, pearls, pebbles, white slips and blue jeans... I'm working on it...
Plant apple trees for a happy marriage, add the blossom to bridal boquets.- Old superstitions.
In Irish mythology there is an island across the sea, the isle of promise, an isle of medows and orchards where golden apples grow. The island belongs to the god of the sea, and few ever return...
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