the sound of my name on your lips the call for me in your voice... to listen, to respond, once again...
to have spoken, to have listened,
retracing some steps from the past...
the heart is gladdened;
and the present is enlivened
I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest...
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