Sunday, January 13, 2013

A Few Days of Walking with Ralle

Familiar hills cloaked in silk.

A place well travelled.

Lives well spent.

Scars of time.

A blade of grass.

Shapes reach out to us.

It will be cold tonight.

A touch of Sweden.

Old age.

We are never really alone.

Going home.

Enjoying life together.

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