House Keeping

His eyes are a shade of green I can't quite put a name to. Muddy, overwhelming, pain might come close, and maybe that's why it seems so familiar. Because his arms, clad in the faded homespun my mother once made, feel like home.
He's a sad, lovely song I don't know the words too but long with every ounce of my being to sing.

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It's 1918 and an entire generation is aching in its very bones. Love and loss are bedfellows. Sometimes in the aftermath of death things grow and in the aftermath of war is life.

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Harry Styles/ Emilia Clarke/ Sam Claflin/ Lily James

(#1 in WW1)