Time finds a glowing yellowness, a gold we thought was endless spring.
Gliding seamlessly along habitual ways she seemed to linger
Even to climb, quietly, with no urgency, by our side,
With noiseless stillness. Indeed we scarce moved. Higher and higher
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Such imaginaton. You write as though you have been there. I have..
Creative, mature, poignant look at the path we all must travel. You write with such consummate ease and grace about a difficult topic Richard.