One gift of long vistas and
ample time for meditation is the tranquility of long looks that turn deep. I often find myself looking out over the
river and mountains and seeing sweet memories of my youth that have long been
folded away. It creates a longing for
something I seemed to have gotten close to but never actually experienced, a
sense of Eden I guess…or maybe just before.
Memories always seem to
condense to good, the jam from all the labor of living.
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| New York Mountain CO with Aaron at the peak. |
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