As another October sun dipped in the western sky and a near full moon debuted in the east, I heard the call of the trail.
"Come, come to me," it beckoned. "I have turns and bends to show you again. Moon shadows decorate the way, and there's a view of the skyline you've never seen. Come and play."
But I let the evening pass, and ignored my friend's call. A moment of rediscovery is gone. Passed away.
"Come, come to me," it beckoned. "I have turns and bends to show you again. Moon shadows decorate the way, and there's a view of the skyline you've never seen. Come and play."
But I let the evening pass, and ignored my friend's call. A moment of rediscovery is gone. Passed away.
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