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Where We Walk

Where We Walk

Carousel music Sails across the sky to me. Just the thought of you Makes things whimsical. So does walking beside you, It is magical. Inside a bookstore Window, we see a book called “Life Is Hard.” It is. I am happiest Walking outside in the sun. The light lifts my...
A Winter’s Walk

A Winter’s Walk

The last of the leaves linger on branches that twist and gnarl, vulnerable and exposed, extending skyward. The wind moans and whistles through their sinews and tendons. The air is icy, my breath crystallized as swirls of mist twirl like smoke in front of me. It’s not...

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