My Sweet Lord

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I. Valloire 
The wild west wind brought the first chill of autumn. The Mediterranean climes of summer past faded, framed by time. The Count buttoned his course flannel shirt. Ivy laid the crystal ball on the table- white translucent clouds swirled within, forming an eye. She traveled from the Venetian worlds at his bequest.
“Count- I’ve never been to the mountains before. They’re quite beautiful!”
“Indeed.” The Count smiled pleasantly.
“Wait until the snows of winter- the dramatic scenes will take your breath away.”
“I’m sure.” cooed Ivy.
“But- expensive time waits for no one. We live in dangerous times. We live on borrowed time. What does your crystal ball see?”
The Count furrowed his brows. He narrowed his eyes into an everlasting gaze. 🔮💭