Early morning will find us in a fog-bound pasture where droplets like diamonds cling as if frozen to berries and vines.
Afternoons along a river we’ll sit and enjoy the quiet pastoral scene of water unhurriedly meandering past the old, gnarled tree.
Life for us anymore is like where we most love to be, wandering about, looking for beauty, and finding it everywhere we look.
Because we’re together.
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