Sometime when we are both beside the ancient oak in the rutted field where a horse was once set out to pasture, where one dark, stumbling night a stranger put her hands on a young man's unsuspecting hips, or sometime when we have left off wishing and hoping and gone on tracing another face with hands a little less familiar, guided by separate hearts that are a little less known, sometime on either planet when the mud has cleared and for once we knew which way was best for travel and like soldiers we went, sometime when our futures have been exacted by a choice....... ------------there is more but you have to request it to get it!
Reason for writing:
for T.A.
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