A casual walk along the creek offers time for life to repeat. Imagination gets a chance to witness little things. Each step seems routine but not one is.

No name

One winter morn sitting by a creek no name came to mind that offered this peace. Within emotions swelled water jumped over rocks no name came to mind to share such. Love came through for a visit but left no name just a smile.

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