Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Oh, Martie, oh, Martie, oh, Martie!
Wonderful love story!
Thank you for bringing me another taste of the times from yore. Dale and I might have been splashing nearby, near an old abandoned mountain bridge, thirty years younger, nude in the sun, long hair flowing, building a dam innocently in the swelling creek like children? Ever those years will call to me. And rarely do I see anyone write of them.
Lovely imagery! Absolutely lovely. And I especially enjoyed the vision: "I bent over the rail and hung my hair wet and unclothed into the sweet pine of the air and you said that there was gold there" and while I read this, I felt the magic in the air.
Wild sweet ride, indeed! And may we never forget!
Beautiful, my dear friend! Exquisite!
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The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.
[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 05-15-2000).]