About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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You captured the sunset here perfectly with this picture. . .
Rosy pink everywhere with the dark hills silhouetted in the distance - - - a time of such serenity and peace that one wishes it could last forever
Thank you my love for such beauty
Ah! Let's drink to the time when "there" and "here" are the same space for the two of us. . . .
Soon. . . .
Let's indeed look forward to that time. . .
Soon!
. . . .or leave a kiss within that cup
and I'll not ask for wine. . . .
♥
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