Title: West Author: markov44
Traveling West, not alone, leaving this place of many years. Adding a new chapter to life's book while remembering many tears. Mountains yet to climb, rivers left to ford, no obstacles too daunting to see us delayed or detoured. You show me the way, a road uncluttered and clear. Taking this journey, erasing doubt, suppressing fear. Eager to see sunsets of turquoise and pink, we join hands and anneal love's enduring link. Let me sit and be asked if I prefer red or green, not wondering for a second what on earth do they mean. Where chile is spelled with e at the end, not i, and there's a town devoted to the baking of pie. Voices with accents, often trashed by small-minded others, are nuggets of truth from my sisters, my brothers. When I wake to skies forever blankets of blue, we are together as one, while remaining as two. We treasure quiet moments, at times needing solitary space. This shall be our West - A magical place. Comments on "West"
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