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New Paths
walking with unscathed soles-- the last sun flitting through old pines, on a path carved only for us . . . creating memories unfettered by time and other worldly conceits-- in a peace unplanned but gladly accepted . . . drowning forever's yesterdays with a single touch on a naked shoulder-- pulsing with a life still worth living-- making tears superfluous in an embrace beyond thought . . . |