Missing Sir Guy

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  As Brigid napped today I slipped from away from the house to walk with nature in a field close to our house for I needed to clear my mind and enjoy the mid autumn weather. As I walked the field I saw the last of a few cockles and deer eating grass and nibbling on low hanging leaves. I quietly laugh as a squirrel runs past me to either bury acorns or to look for acorns that it had buried. As I continued on my walk my thoughts became once again became filled with Sir Guy and of our home in Nottingham. Oh how I long to return to both!

   For some reason, as I walk with my head and heart holding Sir Guy, Archer kept intruding upon us. I do not know why thoughts and feelings of Archer are coming to me for he is a bit like a gnat that keeps buzzing around one's head and refuses to leave. Dieu, I wish Archer and thoughts of him would leave me be!

   My thoughts left me with no mind of the slipping daylight so I ran a bit through he field and then walked when Brigid and the house came into view.  As I walked towards both the only true thought and feeling that were in me was that I want to be back home with Sir Guy, but, until he says otherwise, I am banished from Nottingham to York. Oh how I pray Sir Guy would come to York for me and bring me home to wherever he chooses to live.


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