small stones of the past -

Rain found you dressed for the prom. The gallant boy, like the rain, poured adoration all around you.
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It rained the night you left. Then snows came. We were cold on the trip to Beckley -- to wytheville.
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She sat in her window and watched leaves chase her cat.
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Their song was his hooves in Paso Fino time on packed dirt.
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I pushed a carriage. She slept with her handful of (dying yarrow and queen anne's lace).
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You recreated the world with the word, "go".
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Christmas bloomed in hardwood. Snow fed the windows.
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The world broke -- but still we read.
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I built a bonfire from the friction between two snowflakes.
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I wrote the highway behind me like a ball of string for you to follow home.
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Lexington bloomed between two moons.
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We were pulled in from our corners like threads in a puff quilt.
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A U-Haul full of moments.