The river is like shimmering mercury this morning, veined with dark blue steel, cold but beautifully living. Everything at Fair Haven is alive and no sign of man. My lover and I lounged around the edge yesterday, reading, napping, me beholding her, warming me as much as the sun, and both, like sundials, often turned to rest in the warmth. So free we were that often my mind would instantaneously create for me a memory of some sweet time long ago. I was living peacefully while simultaneously viewing reruns of joy-filled bygone days. Peace, upon peace, upon peace with my lover aside the river; “when peace like a river attendeth my way.” Fair Haven.
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