there aren't, robert. there aren't. there is no room for tears here inside of this - so much life and celebration. how lucky are we to share this, the forest, a nd yes, even the tears.
erin the tears led us to the woods and we seperated for just a few moments i watched you soak up the the green and pine. my shoulders dropped then. i took your lead.
Don't you just love pine stands with low to no understory. It is so. quiet. there. Footfalls on the pine needles floor are lost. So are tears it seems.
romantique ...un conte ..un livre d'enfant..superbe!
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there aren't, robert. there aren't. there is no room for tears here inside of this - so much life and celebration. how lucky are we to share this, the forest, a
ReplyDeletend yes,
even the tears.
xo
erin
erin
ReplyDeletethe tears led us to the woods
and we seperated for just a few moments
i watched you soak up the the green and pine.
my shoulders dropped then.
i took your lead.
i love you baby.
Don't you just love pine stands with low to no understory. It is so. quiet. there. Footfalls on the pine needles floor are lost. So are tears it seems.
ReplyDeletewonderful words starrlifde.
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing them.