Cobwebs thick, paths overgrown with memories grey
and twisted boughs so old and gnarled
they lead the way and whispers call us on.
Shuffling slow through time as thick as mud
not looking back, accept our lot
And knowing, come to die.
For in that place I find you there
and one last time immersed in love
give all I have and know this race is run.
And on the wind and to the stars I’m lifted
To beyond and unto nothing I return
Well lived, well loved, content.
Afterwards 
Beautiful Michael.
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Thanks Linda…Hope you’re well
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I am Michael and happy that Spring is one month from today (on the calendar anyway). Hope you are weathering your stormy”Dennis” that I’ve been hearing about.
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Oh, very nice Michael!
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We’ve enjoyed storms but only on the past 2 weekends. Between its been lovely. Lots of flooding unfortunately
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I’m sure everything is in bloom and green.
Over here we keep hearing about the damage that Storms Ciara and Dennis have done. I follow a couple of UK bloggers, and both of them showed photos of all the flooding. We are slated to have flooding this Spring for the third Spring in a row – it messed up some walks due to lakeshore flooding the past few years – wearing Wellie-like boots, you sink into the mud while walking or it’s soggy. There is a guy here in Michigan who has this niche job where is is moving people’s homes as the waves are right up to their doorstep for the first time ever. He moves the whole house back 20 feet. I think I’d move a lot more than that, if I was going through that trouble!
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