Beautiful

 

Vulcan, December 27th 2295

 

 

Words, when they suddenly make sense in the translation.

 

Flowers, after months of cultivating.

 

Bed, following hours of hard work.


Hot sticky-toffee pudding with ice-cream.

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My husband’s ambassadorial robe, when he’s debating.

 

The smell of the sea on Earth.

 

T’Rukh at night.

 

And my son’s smile.