To summon her as she is away, I refer to another time, another set of words and pictures, the same but different feelings. Today, a slight mist after a very slight rain. The air is sweet with nitrogen and memories of other walks. Step by the next step, careful of leaves and wet spots, we make our way through the shifts and substance of the day, and those gone by. How easily time tells its ow version of the story.
To summon her as she is away, I refer to another time, another set of words and pictures, the same but different feelings. Today, a slight mist after a very slight rain. The air is sweet with nitrogen and memories of other walks. Step by the next step, careful of leaves and wet spots, we make our way through the shifts and substance of the day, and those gone by. How easily time tells its ow version of the story.
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