In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
A little dwellingwith a wood burning fireplaceon a still lakesurrounded by the sound of wind rustling through the trees.and laughter,bouts of it around the fireafter rounds of singing,reverberating the unseen.that preserved beauty,missed in the haziness above the waters,the reminders of … Continue reading
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