He takes me by the hand again, we gone fishing by the shore.
bloom and show their gift
he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
the discerning eyes of the beholder
sequoia amble toward the beach
all the best in all things and especially your dreams