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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.05.09.35.8903]] |
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The first rays of sun spread their golden glory across a woven palette of the placid country Tender feet of one aged with years so few glisten in the morning light beaded by drops of dew A face weathered by history and years far too harsh shines with love at last as eyes continue to watch Little hands reach out for ones lined and so old and they walk in step as memories begin to enfold Through row after row of ripening melon and snarled vine which to both will seem so precious in time |