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assurance, beginnings, destiny, faith, life, love, seasons, understanding
of stories
tell me now
another might have been
an evermore
as perfect
was the first
of paths
where shadows
gather
might we find
our way
unto
and sit among
the evergreens
we planted
yesterday
. . .
Breathing their pine scent then, would we know they were ours ? Have a very Happy New Year …
Nature has a perfect memory. Consider the wild geese, who without ever having flown, know their way to home (even in the dark). Regardless our state, they would remember us home. ❤ Happy New Year, Peter.