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               She thought of golden aspens then, their sight through sky of light-fall snow, faint grey of sky in the falling down and in the clear of after-blue.                She dreamed a mountain meadow, aspens’ stand at open’s edge, cast of shadow beneath gold’s bright and brilliance’s give to darkness in mountain’s ascent into the […]

               He thought of her dark and wide-set eyes in look unique to her alone and which he’d never found in face or designing of another: a strange and suppressed comeliness, subtle beauty, becoming more apparent the longer one allowed their eyes to see and that, like her spirit, aloof and quiet, made him imagine […]