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By scqueen Date: 2001 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.22.18.30.9034]] |
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End of summer cleaning finds me in the coat closet, rummaging through the old, straightening and throwing out. I find a smooth stone or worn seashell in every pocket that I reach in. All reminders of walks with you. I feel the softness of your hand as I slide my thumb over the cool surface of a flat, round rock. I look forward to winter - to rain, to cold, to wind and more walks with you. |