Sometimes, there is little else to hold onto except dreams and moments.
Because sometimes, when all else is lost, they are all we have left.
I owe infinite thanks to Alex/welshdevondragon, who took the time to beta and primp this story and is also just a wonderful person.
Winner of the 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award - Best General Story, along with Julia/theopaleye's fabulous fic Maps
Story Notes: The quote in the summary is by Rabindranath Tagore.
This story is for the lovely, inspiring, witty Carole/EquinoxChick - who deserves far more than anything I can give her.