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watching:
the sun coming over a hill
many hills
rolling hills
frozen, somewhere, in a humid time
fog?
mist?
water in the atmosphere cut by this sudden sunlight
piercing through Weeping Willows' branches
infested with a beauty,
Spanish Moss, hangs to touch the ground
to further disrupt the sun-flow,
to heighten the fragrance of Magnolia blooms
carried in the thick air of this most weighted day
heavy are the hearts, but two.
His, in the stillness eternal, ethereal quiet.
Hers, in the memory of every moment before.