bare feet
uneven paths
and calm
walks in the woods
the willows telling stories
and apples.
the slick moss covered
the creek,
an old blanket.
lacy branches
and crawling
before we surrender
with bruises,
retreat and rest.
joyous,
she smiled
the sound of chimes.

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