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               Verdant bough was past its height and peak of hue and bloom.  Edges of its tender petals curled in wilt and first of yellow-show even as heart and broad of the fine white-pink held open, delicate, and bright.                She looked upon the sight, appreciating the beauty that remained.  The beauty was never made […]

        She joined him in the evening view, as nighttime settled in; sounds of the wind chimes in gentle’s blow, celestial in airy notes—of the earth, man, but more and further too.           A cool returned, absent in day, and she covered herself in wrap and hold of arms.  Silent, they shared […]

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”—John Muir _____                They walked the Ocean Trail in day and view of mountains and the sea.  Hills shone parched, a dried, cured green with spindled grasses of flaxen tan that sustained—dormant and surviving; turning int to themselves and […]

               The redbud was not yet in bloom, but still, she adorned window in life-color; cherry blossom of fairer bright—a whiteness in the pink that touched of a delicateness and new innocence in spring—in corner of room and catch of window light.                 She hung her purse and gazed on the blooms, black and white […]