Like as not
I love the steady ways of you, the eloquence and beauty. Stark simplicity is what you do, it’s sun or shadow, light or dark. You dance your dance, you make your stand, the conversation's short and sweet with those who would have held your hand, with wistful dreams, with self deceit. A memory is in your book that time and grace forbid you show. You know my page but never look and, like as not, it’s better so. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ | ] |
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