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These are magic days when
Summers gentle ending folds into the slant of southern rays,
Low and glowing branches shimmer,
Golden elms and scarlet oaks guide me home.

I am healing and becoming whole again in this forgiving
place, so warm…

My heart beats a rhythm singing hope, leaping with faith into a new skin,
a new life.

And here you are, my best friend, my lover,

Catch me,
Hold me,
Love me.


Autumn colors describe us best
Our loving together
An End Game.