Saying goodbye is testing the timbre of my soul.
These mountains assure me of constancy, and the blue porcelain sky covers me with grace.
Decades of memories swirl like white butterflies and remind me of joy. But can you hear the thud, thud, thud of my heart?
The drive home is familiar. The pronghorn stand vigil beyond the barbwire.
She brushes the sleeve of my shirt from the back seat. I reach back and little fingers grip my crepe skinned hand.
And I feel the smile of God.
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