
Here, beneath the trees, we sit in the peace of a sunlit afternoon. My words, my pale pathetic words, fade in the light of you. As the words I grasp at as possibilities to say all I mean evaporate from my hands and mind like the water in this drying arroyo shrinks away from its banks before us, I am left wordless. For no words can stand in the light of you and the gifts you bring to places where I discovered pieces missing in light of you.

This is beautiful Annette.
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Thank you, VJ
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So welcome
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Sometimes, words fall, short of, how we feel…
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Yes, they do. Thank you
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