Day 716
Sometimes it’s still.
A rope swing at rest.
Porch of empty rocking chairs.
Outdoor chapel of cedar and stone.
Occasionally our love is quiet.
Sipping coffee.
A silent car ride.
Sleeping cocooned.
Gentle reminders our souls are one.
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So good evocative images
evoke nature
of love
Lovely, especially that rope swing at rest,