Parched throat no threat,
he trudged on,
She was his Sanctuary
Seeing her in the evening
of his life, he ran
She was his Sanctuary
Short of breath, shorn of hearth,
he reached out
She was his Sanctuary
Together at last, to the end
they decided to walk together
She was his Sanctuary
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A few years later…..
Short of breath, shorn of hearth,
She reached out…
……………
There was no one there
Alas, he was NOT “Her Sanctuary”
In response to Daily Prompt
Ripples N Reflections 
Such true words on the quote followed by the image you painted, Perfect for the prompt 🙂
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Thanks Andy….. Generous as usual….
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just the truth 🙂
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Beautiful!!!
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Glad u liked it, Jess
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