Gone walking back soon love us

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Fall finally comes like a rush of
Needed breath and I am thankful and
Homesick to the tips of my toes with
Longing and gratitude
Barbed wire and gold
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One day I will be there walking
And I will stop to listen to
Lean into the wind to be
Lost in the sound of the wind
To absorb the colors of true home
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And I’ll miss you there
Feeling the pull of inevitability
Down to the tips of my toes
Longing and gratitude
Gold
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photo – Mark Allen Daves

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gone walking back soon love us  10/7/2013

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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