Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. - Plato

down the valley

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it left one night when the wind was unusually heavy and the air was biting cold it is brutal this high in late December I felt it go making it's way down the hall and lingering at the door for an unusually long period of time I cared not that the snow was deep and the wood was thick the whispers of your fleeing love could not be heard above the deafening roar of Winter in these mountains I stopped to listen or to see something, anything between the gusts and the landing flakes I had been gone an unusually long time as you watched from the bedroom window by the time you made the call after finishing your coffee the tears had long since frozen to my skin and my pleas had long since echoed down the valley



© Deckard
2018-11-30

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