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learning to trust was the hardest part of all,

ecstatic that we’ve finally found this space where we can come and go

gracefully parting, honoring what lives under the surface without betraying what breathes best beyond the trees, in a different blue.

An epic requires decades, trials, monsters, loss, victory, humility, love, and freedom to find form.

You shape me so well, this flowing river feeding trees where you visit.

I don’t know the name of the sun in your eyes,

the sky in mine won’t speak it.

Names are for people who don’t have texture, can’t be shaped.