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It was the little things that mattered.
A blue vase and a wish for a stable life.
Fresh blood on the doorframes,
A sign of Samhain.
It was the little things that mattered.
Squeaky bed springs, an attempt to reconnect.
A drive through the highlands
Exploring moments of history.
It was the little things that mattered.
Conversations of ancestors and a tea leaf fortune,
The brushing of hair in a softly lit window
Enticing a ghostly visitor.
It was the little things that mattered,
Watching a ritual in predawn light
White robed women dancing with joy,
Blue forget-me-nots drawing the eye.
It was the little things that mattered.
A touch of the stones at Craig Na Dun
A world spinning out of control
The sickening sensation of falling.
It was the little things that mattered.
Escaping a sadist with a familiar face
Rescued by an unfamiliar man
With strange dress and stranger speech.
It was the little things that mattered.
A dislocated shoulder and a gentle touch
The darkness of a city view
On a horizon where lights should have been.
It was the little things that mattered.
Riding night and day,
Remembered knowledge saving new companions
But arousing new suspicions.
It was the little things that mattered.
A bullet wound and unladylike language
A connection made amidst the chaos
Highlander and Sassenach.
It was the little things that mattered.
Riding farther away from all she’d known
In a place where her present was now the past
Her journey had just begun.
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