NO WAIT, BUT BUT, WHERE ARE YOU MOVING TO?*

WELL SEE, I AM GOING TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT.
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**ARE YOU COMING?

We were perfect running schemes,
A joyful river, a flowing stream
But we never saw this sunset coming,
A surreal yet perfectly painful ending

Remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly
and clearly;
and listen to others, even the dull and
the ignorant; they too have their story.

{ Memories that fade away of the beauteous Ouray...}

Frozen lake in a blistering gold sunrise;
My back tight, breath thick like fog.
A nestled community, in the middle of
The descent of the mountain;
Alike to a pearl in a clam.
Street lamps crimson glow within;
Nurturing and dim.
Aquamarine silver necklaces displayed behind windows
And pine trees, crisp, marching up the
Steep of the mountain!
Sudden breeze low and chilly,
Urging weary travelers
Into diners, slumber beds and
Sun-kissed breakfast's.

Dressed in nothing
but stardust and the
night. While feeding
on poetry and baby
moons* ~