Dearest One~<\/p>\n
Slowly I dragged one foot forward. Coughing and sneezing from the dust. I dragged the other foot, scuffing it a little. Yowch! I Muttered to myself not worrying what the others would think. Talking to myself had become a habit and I was a great listener.<\/p>\n
The silence then became so loud my ears hurt except for the sound of my labored breathing and the feel of my muscles complaining throughout the night.<\/p>\n
My clothes stuck to my body. As I plodded on, I swiped at my face. It was so hot, I could barely stand to suck the air into my burning lungs.<\/p>\n
Step~drag step~drag.<\/p>\n
A little whisper of breeze tickled my brow.<\/p>\n
I stopped and closed my eyes and for the first time in years smelled a pleasant smell. A tiny one that darted through my nostrils, daring me to breathe deeper.<\/p>\n
So I did. The breeze stirred and through my slits of eyes I noticed a teeny tiny glow of golden light off in the distance.<\/p>\n
Drawn to it, I dragged one foot, dragged another foot a little impatiently and finally began to step more easily and yes, more quickly as I was drawn drawn drawn to that beautiful golden light.<\/p>\n
Brighter and brighter much cooler and warmer it glowed so sooo softly my skin felt so fresher from beautiful breezes fanning all ‘cross my face.<\/p>\n
Quicker and quicker my steps became quicker and soon I was running my lungs breathing easier.<\/p>\n
Younger, yes, younger I felt dropping burdens my troubles~ I ran toward the light.<\/p>\n
Scrambling over the top of a hill it gleamed gol~den, I pulled my~self over, and dropped right there right next to you.<\/p>\n
You.<\/p>\n
I stood trembling yet open and scared, I moved closer and you stepped toward meee and you didn’t mind touching…<\/p>\n
Your smile, it was golden~ Your laughter was airy~ Your eyes, how they reached me and touched me inside and I thought~ Am I dreaming? My journey so long and so dark and so dreary and yet here you were all a~tender and beautiful with arms all a~open and waiting and touching, yes, touching againnn at my hair…my eyes…my hands and my heart.<\/p>\n
Ohhhh, lover, my dearheart, my sweet one, my life is not over….<\/p>\n
My. Life. Has. Beee~gun.<\/p>\n
~Yours<\/p>\n
(and mine)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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