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  • The earth out here is brittle, baked, drought-dry.

    The rocks I pick up burn my hands with fire.

    Three deer are watching from a nearby hill.

    Six wondering, curious eyes stop time.

    There is a breeze. The air between us bright

    with specs of dust. I brush away a fly.

    The deer take flight into the chaparral.


    The silence in the valley is immense,

    like truth from which there is no turning back.

    It is a lovers’ silence, when two souls

    instantly know they’ve found their destiny,

    a recognition born of truth and love

    across a great divide of time and space.

    They know that in their meeting it is safe,


    To stand alone together in the light,

    like two wild creatures, naked, trusting, free.


    (Photo by AJN in RL - Real World)
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