Eternal Spring
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The House of Four Seasons
By Atonia Walpole
I wait for him, pulse running high, heart aflutter. I don’t know when I have felt so nervous. I’ve been like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs since last evening. Perhaps it’s silly of me. I am so afraid he does not want this, so afraid I cannot hold him to land for he is more sea than land. I remember when he was here before how he walked the cliffs. Oh, what have I done?
John did his best to try and allay my fears before he left but they rose again this morning. I have sat on this bench watching the horizon for hours for any sign of his ship. It is not there and I think he may not come at all.
It is a sunny day, but cold. The breeze from the sea has whipped my hair into a tangle. My carefully arranged self has gone by the wayside, but I no longer care. I am gripped by fear which lies in my stomach like a coiled snake and will not be digested. What have I done?
Millie joined her vigil on the bluff and looked up at her slowly blinking her eyes and looked back to the sea. She could feel her mistress’s agitation but did not understand it. He would come.
Part 1:
He liked the way the sailboat handled even in the rough sea around the bay as he carefully guided it to the old dock. He’d been set down in a small skiff near Gloucester’s port, the Surprise keeping well out to sea with Captain Pullings in command. When the sailboat appeared, he knew he was to board her. He shaded his eyes, gauging the time by the sun’s position in the sky, possibly two o’clock.
A flash of white on the deep blue-green sea brought her to her feet. Could it be? It was too small to be a ship…it was a sailboat. She watched it coming ever nearer, down on her knees now, leaning over the cliff’s edge. Sunlight shone on a blond head. Her heart flipped over and she got slowly to her feet. She didn’t know what she had expected. Perhaps that he would arrive as he did the last time, ship, full complement of manservant, flashing sword at his hip.
She ran to the cliff path and made her way down. He had secured his boat and was walking toward her, alone on the beach, his waterproof coat blowing about him, his hair loose and tangled.
He saw her then, made wild by the wind. She wore a long gray skirt whipping about her ankles and a green knitted sweater, long and belted low on her hips. She seemed to hesitate, her hands fisted at her sides, and then she began to run toward him. He stopped and let her come to him.
Toni stopped running a few feet from him. “Jack.” Her face was flushed. She was near breathless.
“Hello, my pet. What took you so long to realize this was meant to be?” He held out his arms and she fell into him.
He smelled of the sea and far off places. “I was so afraid you didn’t want this, that you wouldn’t come.”
He lifted her chin. “Did I not tell you I would come?” He kissed her, lifting her off her feet and turning her around. “You’ve never understood me, have you?”
“No, I’ve been in awe of you. I thought I’d never be able to hold you to me. You left…before it was time for you to go.”
“It was a different time and I was not bound to stay. I thought it best under the circumstances not to let it go any deeper.”
“And now, now that things have changed, what now, Jack?”
“I shall plunge to the depths of you.” He held her tightly and kissed her again. Taking her hand, he led her to the path and to the house.
The cold knot of fear in her stomach melted away, but she had much to learn about Jack.
“I have thought of you many times and realized some time ago that I had made a mistake. I could have come back for you. I could have had you any season; I didn’t…I waited and then consoled myself with my life at sea. I found my ship cold comfort many a night.” He moved around the kitchen island. “When I saw you two years ago now, I tried to fool myself. I’d had my chance and lost it. You had your four seasons. I told you then that I would come and if you ever needed me I would be here for you.”
“I didn’t realize, I didn’t know. I never forgot you, Jack. You’ve been in my consciousness, just under the surface. I, too, made a mistake. I knew it last spring. You belong here.”
His eyes intensely blue. “I belong with you, of you, in you. You’re already inside of me.”
She moved closer to him. “Then fill me, Jack, fill me with what is you.”
He lifted his chin. “I shall, to the best of my ability…fill you with what I am.”
She touched his hand resting on the kitchen island and it closed over hers. The room seemed charged with intensity. Toni felt out of her depth. She looked up at him, murmuring, “You came alone.”
“I did, indeed. I think we need this time alone.”
“You trust me to look after your needs? I don’t know how to look after you, Jack.”
“You will learn and you will find I am not that hard to please.” He tilted his head. “You were afraid I wouldn’t come and now you are afraid I am here.”
With a little nervous smile, she replied, “I think I am…a little.”
“Ah, my pet, you have nothing to fear from me.” He pulled her to him by her hand and lifted her chin with his finger. “I shall love you,” he kissed her softly brushing his lips across hers, “until you can’t stand up. Is my room ready?”
“Yes, I slept there last night.”
“You slept in my bed?”
“Yes.”
“And did you sleep well?”
“No, hardly at all.”
“I’m going to take you to bed and when we shall get up I do not know. It’s been a long time and we have much to make up for.”
“Yes, much to make up for.” She felt her heart beating in her breast. “Jack…” she touched his face.
He led her upstairs to his room.
“It’s a little different this time,” she explained as they entered his room.
He stopped and looked around. His sea chest was not there but some of his personal things were, his brushes, silver-backed and laid out on the dresser, his violin and music. “It should be different,” he said, removing his coat and laying it over a chair back. “This time I have come home. This time I mean to stay. This time it is my season.” He sat down in the chair and removed his boots.
Toni fidgeted with her belt buckle. “Jack, are you sure you want this to be forever?”
“Still you doubt me?” He removed his stockings and stood up and unlaced his breeches. “Take off your clothes.”
Toni unbuckled her belt, dropped her skirt, sat down on the side of the bed and removed her boots and socks. Down to his under pants he walked over to her and pulled the sweater over her head. “You have many layers to go through.” He pulled the long-sleeved tee shirt over her head, meating her eyes. “Many layers, I think.”
She looked straight ahead at his hard-muscled stomach and felt the blood beginning to pound in her veins. Placing her hands flat on his stomach, she moved them around to his back and pulled him to her. She kissed him just below his navel and felt his sharp intake of breath. As she moved her hands over his hips, he picked her up under the arms and set her back on the bed. Divesting himself of his skivvies, he lay beside her and trailed his fingertips over her body, watching her eyes.
She ached for him. “Jack…please.”
He took her face in his hand and kissed her, teasing her lips, and then taking her mouth and her body. Wrapping her legs high on his hips she took him deep inside her, loving him with four years of pent-up intensity.
“Do you still doubt me?” His face was inches from hers.
“No, no.” She put her arms around his neck, running her hand up the back of his head through his tangled hair. “I love you, Jack.”
Part 2:
“Do you remember the jade?’ he began. “From time to time I would take it out and hold it in my hand. It was always warm, never cold as you would expect a stone to be. It held your warmth, Toni. I often thought it was a part of you and I would touch it to my lips.”
Toni moved her head to look into his eyes. “A part of my heart, Jack. I gave it to you.”
“I wonder then why it’s taken you four years to discover it was missing?”
“I was afraid to look for it, Jack, afraid it might be at the bottom of your sea chest with your rumpled stockings and old vests.”
“I have no rumpled stockings and old vests. Killick takes pride in my appearance. I kept it with me on my person.”
“Have you loved me, Jack, all this time?”
“You have to ask that question? Yes, I’ve loved you even when I didn’t want to. I would lie there in my bed looking at the bottom of the deck above me and see your face, but I couldn’t touch you. I’m afraid I fought your specter many nights. I could have come for you, do you know that? I could have at any time. Alas ,I never did. Perhaps I wanted you to ask for me, to want me as your season.”
“I have finally come to my senses. I realized last spring that I wanted you. It was only in the fall that I admitted it to Terry. He told me to follow my heart and so I have.”
He shifted slightly in the bed. “Before I leave I intend to make you mine. Do you understand what I mean? Now that I’ve got you, I’m not going to let you go.”
“You’re going to marry me.”
“If that’s what you want to call it, yes, a bonding, an eternal spring if you will.”
Toni smiled and softly kissed him. “I would never call another after you. ‘Think you that I would let a beggar enter where a King has stood before?’”
“You’ve been reading, I see. Still I don’t entirely trust you.” He brushed her lips with his, “And so I shall make certain no beggar appears in my stead.”
Hunger finally brought them downstairs. It was after five o’clock and the house, not knowing exactly what to do, had not prepared a meal. Would she cook for him? Was she ready to learn to care for him?
In the entryway downstairs she paused and looked toward the dining room. Only a pale light from the setting sun glowed across the polished table. She was recalling the formal atmosphere in the house when he was here before, the table set with fine china and the best silver and Killick in attendance. He came down the stairs behind her, tying his hair back. She glanced up at him and headed for the kitchen with no idea what to do for him.
Standing at the kitchen island, she waited a moment, but the house was not providing any clues. “Oh, come on, help!” she wailed. Back down the hallway she looked into the living room. Jack was pouring himself a glass of port.
“Jack, is there anything special you’d like for dinner?”
“No, my dear, nothing special. I’ll leave that up to you.” He smiled and moved down the hall to the library, a room he had not been in before. Toni stood at the doorway looking at him a minute then retreated again to the kitchen.
Her mind went over meals she’d prepared for her other loves, meatloaf and mashed potatoes for John, roast beef for Max, lamb for Terry…oh, what! She opened the fridge and saw two nice thick pork chops. “Ah, thanks at last!”
Adding sausages and a steak she found in the meat drawer, she made him a mixed grill with fried potatoes and onions. Her stomach was beginning to growl as she hadn’t eaten all day. She plated up the food and placed it on the kitchen table. It was too late in the day to start hunting out china and silver. It would have to do.
“Jack,” she called from the library door, “it’s ready if you’d like to come into the kitchen and eat."
“Good.” He put down a book. “I’ve been salivating over frying onions.”
He cleaned his plate, which was a good indication she’d done all right by him. “Thank you,” he smiled slightly across the table, placing his napkin near his plate, “that was very good.”
“I hope you don’t mind the kitchen.”
“Not at all.”
He went back to the library and Toni told the kitchen to clean up itself and asked for a pot of coffee in the library.
“I intend to take you sailing when the weather warms.” They were walking down toward the pond the next morning.
“Out in the open ocean?”
“Yes, one cannot sail in this pond.”
“I’m not a sailor.”
“Do you get seasick?”
“No, I never have on boats.”
“Then I shall teach you to sail.”
“Can’t I just be a deck hand or a passenger or something?”
“No, my dear, you cannot. The iris are coming up.”
“I remember them from coming down here with you in the spring.”
“Ah, we have wasted much time, Toni.”
“But no more.”
“No more.”
“A month ago this pond was frozen solid. Oh, look the waterfall is back.”
“It was away?”
“It appeared in fall and in the winter it disappeared but now it’s back, and see there is also a boat house. I don’t believe that was here when you were.”
“A lot has changed. I like it, though. It feels like home to me.”
“It is your home away from the sea.”
“Yes, and I need to get reacquainted with it…and with you.”
“I haven’t changed that much, Jack.”
“I’m not so sure about that. Once you got past being afraid of me last evening you were quite…free spirited. Someone has lit your fire.”
Toni looked down at the water.
He put his arm around her. “I’m not complaining. On the contrary, I like you this way. You left me rather limp and lifeless.”
“You recover quickly.” She smiled and leaned against him.
“You told me this morning you were balanced now. What, pray tell, did you mean by that?”
“This is my fifth year in this place. The first year was balanced as there are four seasons and there are four elements, earth, water, fire and air that are essential for life. The second year I had Cort here. Cort is air. I already had that with Max. I didn’t understand exactly what it was that caused me not to have him back the next spring, but I knew he wasn’t right, and by then the magic changed so that I could have the same season back if I chose to. There was never any question but that I would have Max as my summer and John as my winter.
“What happened with Bud? He seemed at home here.”
“I know, but not with me. He is earth. I went two seasons unbalanced and it affected me. It’s hard to explain...like something’s wrong and you can’t quite put your finger on it. I needed water and that is you. I needed a strong spring.”
“Ah, Terry is your fire. I’m glad I fished him from the sea.”
“So am I.”
“We are settled, then, all of us.”
“Yes.”
They walked back to the house by way of the trail that went around the pond and forked, taking them to the drive to the house.
“Do you ride, Jack?”
“Ride a horse? Oh, my dear, that is my second mode of transportation.”
“I forget you are not of this century. There should be horses arriving soon. They come in spring and leave in the fall. Egan brings them and cares for them. He has a little cabin up in the hills where he stays. He brings his dog with him for company.”
“Egan, a strange fellow. He is a loner, whether by design or fate.”
“He seems pleasant enough and I never see him unless I’m going riding.”
He gave her a side glance.
Toni sighed, “You’ll see him when he gets here, and he doesn’t have to stay.” Neither Max or Terry liked the idea of him being there and it hadn’t come up with John as the horses weren’t there in winter.
The next day they went into Gloucester. Toni donned her sunglasses as she and John had spent a good deal of time in that town and had become friendly with some of the locals. Toni drove with Jack riding nervously at her side. She was amazed at him when he came out of his room wearing a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. He tied his hair back and pulled a heavy, cream-colored, knitted sweater over his head.
“You don’t look like a nineteenth century captain today,” she’d smiled at him. He grinned back, pulling a baseball cap down over his eyes.
“I understand you have to have a life jacket and this being a port I thought there might be such a thing here. I want you to have one, Toni.”
“You should, too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” he scowled. He did, however, purchase two to appease Toni and paid for them with the credit card he found in his pocket. “It will never see the light of day. It’s a waste.”
“Won’t be if you’re stopped by the coast guard,” she answered. “Whether you use it or not it needs to be on the boat.”
He stood at the railings down on the docks, looking out to sea. Once again Toni felt like she’d taken him somewhere he did not want to be.
She took his arm, asking, “What is it, Jack?”
“I was wondering what happened to the skiff I left out there in the water. See, just beyond the point there, that’s where the sailboat appeared. I rowed up to it and climbed aboard assuming it was mine to take.”
“Where is your ship?”
“Ah, somewhere out there, pet. Captain Pullings has command.” He looked down at her and smiled. "Is there anything else we need here?”
“I don’t believe so, unless you’d like to have dinner.”
“That would be capital. Is there a tavern about?”
“Yes, actually right down the street on the corner.”
“I should have known. Some things do not change from one century to the next.”
They had their dinner and were having a drink at the bar when a man came over and sat down next to Jack.
“I believe I know you.”
Jack turned around. "Pardon?”
“You’re a ship’s captain. I’ve seen you at the movies.”
Toni held her breath waiting to see how Jack would handle it. She knew what she could do if needed.
“I am, indeed, a captain but I assure you I have not been to the, um, movies.”
“No, no, you was on the screen, a commander.”
“I have been a Commander but I have never been on a screen.” Amusement played in his eyes.
“Aw, you’re making this difficult. I say you’re an actor that played a captain.”
“Sir, I am afraid you are mistaken. I am not nor have I ever been an actor. I am as I stated a Captain presently on leave.”
“Well, you’re the real thing, then?”
“I appear to be.”
The man began laughing and slapped Jack on the back. “You had me going there for a minute. No way a captain from 1805 could be here in 2009.”
“Quite right. May I buy you a drink?”
Toni relaxed and Jack did buy the man a drink and they discussed lobster fishing for awhile.
Later they got up to leave and the man commented, ”Say, I never did get your name.”
“Jack Aubrey.”
The man began laughing again. “That’s a good one!”
“You’re very good, Jack. I was a little worried at first,” Toni remarked as they left the tavern.
“Worried about what? He was a lobster fisherman. He may wonder about it later but the absurdity of it will hold.”
“I should have known you could take care of yourself.”
“Yes…you should.” He took her arm and escorted her to the car.
Part 3:
The week went by quickly and Toni was learning about him. She could not tell him what to do but could quietly suggest. He would have nothing to do with meals except to sit down and eat, so except for breakfast she quit cooking and let the house provide. It seemed a sensible thing to do and took away the stress she was building inside herself.
She had been surprised at how casual he was. He did not dress for dinner as he had done previously and had no qualms about eating at the kitchen table. When on occasion the dining room was in use for dinner, that was the house’s idea and they sat in their everyday clothes, eating intimate dinners by candlelight.
As Terry and Max had done, he adopted the library and spent much time reading. He was fascinated by history, the history that came after his time. When the weather permitted he was outside.
They walked up to the stables one day and found the horses had arrived.
“Egan, my good man, what have you for me today?” Jack addressed him.
“Captain Aubrey, g’day. I think Bullet will do for ya. Want me to saddle him up?”
“Yes, please.” He watched as Egan saddled his mount. “I understand you do a good job with the animals.”
“Ta, I do try.”
“I want you to know of my intentions. I am going to marry this lady.”
“Ta, don’t blame ya, mate.” He smiled at Jack and handed him the reins.
Toni sitting on her Calla had to look away to hide her smile.
They took off at a canter up the road and then turned into the forest trails, eventually coming to the stream where Max had taken her on his bike one day. They dismounted and let the horses drink from the stream before tying them to a tree. Toni stood on the edge of the bank, remembering Max in the water with her. Jack came up behind her, put his arms around her waist, then bent and kissed her neck.
“You have fond memories of this spot.”
“Yes.”
“May I add to them?”
She turned in his arms. “Would you?”
He released her, took a blanket from his saddle and lay it on the ground. He made love to her under the canopy of budding leaves next to the rushing stream. Toni opened her eyes over his shoulder and looked up at the sky. Water…hot water.
He still lay on top of her, supporting his weight with his arms, his hands in her hair, his eyes a dark blue as he looked into hers. “You have a very satisfied look about you, Miss.”
“You satisfy me, Jack, in many ways.”
“That makes me happy to hear that.” He kissed her deeply.
March went out like a lamb and it was April, green and wet, but warmer. A sunny day brought them down to the beach and to the sailboat. Toni, strapped in her life jacket, watched him set the sails then stood in front of him, hands on the wheel with him as he headed out to sea. She looked back at their bluff and their home it was visible to them. She told him about the lighthouse.
“I do not believe it is visible to the outside world, Toni, else we could not live as we do in peace. I am aware of the lighthouse. I have seen men working there.”
“We’re visible out here today?”
“I should think so. Only what we carry with us protects us.”
She was aware of Jack’s strong magic. She could almost experience it herself when they were joined. She thought he must have had it for a long, long time. She turned, looking back at their bluff again. It was far away now. Jack trimmed his sails and threw out an anchor.
“Now that I have you out here in the midst of my world, I have something for you.” From his pocket he pulled a ring, heavy gold set with a brilliant sapphire. “I believe this is your birthstone?”
“Oh, Jack, yes, it is.”
“Now then before I place this on your finger and make you mine for all eternity there are things you should understand. We will belong to one another. I shall come each spring. You do not have to call me ever again. You will never be able to change your mind and you will never be able to take another to your bed for spring. I am aware you have committed yourself to your other seasons by way of a ring and certain ceremonies. This ring today completes the circle. There are four of us bound together and bound to you forever. We shall stand by one another and join our magic should the need ever arise. We are your protectors, your lovers, your family. We will always be here for you and you can call on any of us at any time. Your seasons are set in eternity and they will never change. Is there anything about this that you do not understand?”
“I would only ask about the calling on any of you at any time. What do you mean, exactly?”
“Should there be an emergency, as when Terry went into the sea, or you and John getting locked out of the gates, that sort of thing. You see, my darling, it is not the house that protects you. It is you that now protects the house. Its magic has been given to you and your seasons. That began when Max placed his ring on your finger.”
“Jack, how do you know these things?”
He smiled, “I’m magic. It is not for you to worry about. Any more questions?”
She shook her head no.
“With this ring, I give myself to you. I am yours, Toni Stanley, and you are mine, Toni Aubrey.”
“For all eternity, Jack Aubrey, I am yours.”
“Be it so.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Toni was still staring at her ring and noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jack was stripping down. “Is this part of the ceremony?” she asked, eyes wide.
He laughed, “No. pet, I’m going for a swim. Would you like to join me?”
“The water’s cold.”
He dove in, splashing water up on her arms. It was definitely cold.
“I do this daily when I’m at sea,” he called up to her.
“Not me. I’ll wait until summer when the water is warmer.”
He spurted water and smiled up at her.
She leaned over the rail, watching him swim and watching her ring. It was the same color as the blue sea. Water. He was strong, his magic was strong. It equaled hers. She wondered exactly what he was and what she had become. Terry’s words came to her. He’d said, “I know what we are.” We are love, the magic of love. She smiled with that knowledge and lifted her face to the sun.
“Put out the ladder,” he called from the side of the boat.
Toni put it down for him and conjured up a stack of towels. “You must be freezing,” she admonished when he came over the rail.
“Ah, it’s always cold but it lets me know I am alive.”
His many scars were puckered with the chill and she began rubbing him down with the magically warmed towels.
“I should have you aboard the Surprise. Killick is never so accommodating.”
“Are you better now?” she asked, looking up into his very blue eyes.
“A hot drink and a warm woman will do me nicely.”
He followed her below deck for both.
Later, with dry clothes, he was back pulling up the anchor and setting his sails for shore.
Toni leaned against him at the helm. “I feel so peaceful and loved.”
He began:
“Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore.
It ebbs not back like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.”*
“Jack, that was beautiful. Did you make that up?”
“No, it’s from that book you have of mine.”
She turned her head and kissed him.
*(The book Jack refers to is called The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale, the poem is called Peace)
Part 4:
As April led into May the weather warmed and the storms came less frequently, allowing more sailing time. Toni decided she needn’t have worried about him missing the sea. He took advantage of the weather, sailing up and down the coast. Sometimes they would go ashore in the villages and seek out a meal. He’d finally convinced her to dive in the ocean with him and, shivering and blue with cold, she would climb back onto the boat and wrap them both in warm towels.
Toni was still in awe of him but now she was comfortable with him. She was his mate, his partner, his playmate, and their love grew with a blue intensity that burned when they came together. One rainy afternoon found them in his whirlpool bath.
She lay her head on his shoulder. “I’m thinking of the first time I got in the bath with you. You wouldn’t tell me you wanted me here. It was the bath’s invitation.”
“Yes, I knew what I was doing, Toni. I was falling in love with you but I was not really your season. If you recall, I was sent here under orders. It had not been my plan to stay at all, only to calm things down and see that you called someone to be with you. That changed when I met you. I wanted you to want me.”
“You were the best thing that could have happened to me at that time. I did come to want you, Jack. I fell in love with you, too, but I didn’t think it was fair of me to try and hold onto you. I would look at you and think, he longs to be at sea and not here and so I let you go.”
“My mind and my heart were at war. The mind won the battle but the heart would not give up, would not be taken or conquered, and now it is yours.” He tightened his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“I treasure it, Jack.” She turned and looked into his eyes, watching them focus on her mouth. He kissed her long, slow and thoroughly and pulled her around his hips.
Spring was drawing to an end, the warm days of May more like summer than spring. They’d been sailing and were now sitting on a piece of driftwood on the beach below the house. Magically they had a bottle of wine and were sharing it between them, drinking from the bottle.
“I’m glad you came alone this time.”
“I shall always come alone, bare and stripped to the bone. This is who I am.”
“No formality.”
“Not between us. My station in life elicits a certain formality but when I am with you I am only Jack Aubrey, husband of Toni Aubrey.”
“Only Jack Aubrey? You have no idea.” She took a drink from the bottle and handed it back to him.
The night before he left she planned a candlelight dinner with music and afterward he treated her by playing his violin along with the music. She watched him play, in awe and wonder that he was hers.
“That was beautiful, Jack.” She wiped tears from her eyes.
He reached over and took a drink from his glass of port. “Would you like another?”
“Yes, please.”
As she listened to him play, she could feel the love and warmth around them. If it was as he had said her own magic that controlled this house, then he must feel it, too. It must wash over him like a warm tropical breeze, a wave pulling him even deeper into the arms of love and into her heart.
He sailed with the tide the next morning, leaving her at the base of the cliff path. She ran up to the bluff to watch him sail out to sea and disappear around the point of their bay. A warm breeze lifted her hair as she sat on the bench and she could have sworn it repeated the last words he spoke to her, “I love you.”
The circle is now complete. What was begun in summer, was finalized in spring. The rings symbolize the circle of love. She has committed herself to each season and they to her as Jack explained to her before placing his ring on her finger. She and her seasons now hold the magic of love, the magic that is this house and this place. We are content at last.
There will come a time when she will have a decision to make. It may be painful or not, depending on what she may do. Do not fear. The time has not come for this. Many, many years will pass, for true love is eternal, is it not?
HO4S
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BACK TO THE HEART IN WINTER
BACK TO AUTUMN PASSIONS
BACK TO A YEAR OF SUMMER
BACK TO SPRING LOVE BLOSSOMS
BACK TO PART 1 OF WINTER SOLSTICE
BACK TO BONFIRE OF THE HEART
BACK TO WHITE ROSES IN SUMMER
BACK TO SPRING CAME A CALLING
BACK TO WINTER MAGIC RETURNS
BACK TO FALL OF MY HEART, PART 1
BACK TO A SECOND SPRING, PART 1
BACK TO FALL, PART 1
BACK TO SUMMER, PART 1
BACK TO SPRING, PART 1
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