We were seamless in a summer's tranceBut I eventually succumbed to autumn's handsSo astonished by the growthin our photographsthatwith laughterset on ..
In wooded white hills over darkened loamburied is a once bitter manwho lost his way on his return to homeHe wanted nothing more than to feel the pavem..
The brakes are cut and knuckles can blanchon the staunch grip that careens towards somethingneither here nor there norin-betweenunsure as I amYour win..