Alone in field, working in method roll and pass of tractor in near and perfect lines, he thought of mountains.
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He thought of mountains and alpine lake—she in shade of the spruce and pines; sweet-acrid of scent and sight of her smile in broken dapple of light-fall through; stepping into the open, stone crown of heaven surrounding mirror to the sky; cool of the air and warmth of the sun that soft sun-tinged fair, open skin beside straps of shirt’s shoulder tops.
Cool of the air, warmth of the sun that made her nipples rise. Catch of her hair in the mountain wind, bright-pure of her shining smile in the open alpine light—heaven above and mirrored before; sweet acrid of scent; taste of her lips, salt-trace of her skin sweat-dewed. Fullness of sun twice brightened and dazzling by mirror-face; rose of her skin, his own the same—warmed and tinged in love; taking of her hand, returned into the trees—she in shade of the spruce and pines; sweet acrid of scent, taste of her lips, salt-trace of her skin sweat-dewed…
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In work of the known and lonely fields, wanderlust returned.