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indiscriminate kindness
there’s a moon to my left
as the sun sets near
the softest wash over the sky.
how many more colors
can she push into the field,
surrounding and surrendering
to touch of sunset.
the horizontal line is ours and
holds a place for me and you,
stretched and glowing,
we’re seated at the cusp of leaping and knowing.
Is it luck or a curse? That we can see the most beauty only from movement a walk a run a bike ride a car with the windows down. Maybe, if...
yearning for winter wishing for a life by the mountain and lots of laughing feels like Heaven, doesn’t it? so maybe I’ll find it and stay...
she has green valleys deep and wide old rocks by her side, tumbling down, her mountain passes; steep and unforgiving but when you see the...
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