I left the home of my
old friend , on my way, filled with love and laughter and the sublime
experience of knowing, of being known. And stopped alongside the sweet old
river, as the small snow quietly fell, to stand for a moment on the frozen
banks , to feel the deep grooves of rippling winter waters, the swirling winds,
and the subtle blush of afternoon tumbling down around us all.
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