twenty hours

of flight, a bouquet of roses, kisses, a drive through the night past an ocean, a lighthouse favoured, a forest, the smell of rain, salt and blossom and fresh, tall, fir, cedar, spruce, then finally, two black dogs their tails beating metronomes, and finally, ahhhh, my own bed………home.

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