Smidgens
She said we never reach the river we dream of. Never.
Yet, she’s there, roasting marshmallows, gutting fish, keeping dry inside a tent.
Perhaps, she’s forgotten how a wild river feels along the soles of her feet.
It’s cold water, during the hottest days, makes you shiver, while the sun heats your body, still wet with its current on your skin.
Tickles those tender city feet.
She told me a story once.
As a young girl, she and a friend, riding bikes, exploring lanes and ways, had found a spring, circled by flowers and moss.
Magic, she called it. I saw the fire in her eyes, when that spring brought words to her mouth.
Words found her there.
They’re still with her. Not necessarily words she could tell someone. They’re inside of her. They didn’t just come to her. She had to go and find them.
I know…
Once she made a deal with abandon, ran the risk of abandonment.
A fool brave, not stupid
With more to learn.
Her feet, constantly wet.
Thank you Little Spark.
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❤️ “Magic, she called it. I saw the fire in her eyes, when that spring brought words to her mouth… “ soooo goood all the way to the end
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So beautiful
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Love this. Well done.
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A heart is worth a thousand words, right?. 🙂 I like that no matter which path I am exploring in life and no matter the weather, your words and images, old and new, are always there for me, right where you last left them. ❤
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Thanks so much Laura!
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“Words found her there.” ❤️
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Oh am touch by this poem.this blew me away. Thank you for taking the time to share these write up through these words.
These words are painted in truth, experience and perspective. I especially love how you started it and how you ended the write up. Beautifully written and as I read through again on each line I was amazed . Each word you used are true and reflective of my personal encounter with people .
This produced a smile on my tired face after a long day. You’re appreciated.
You are welcome
#PATRICKSTORIES
Peace ✌and Love ❤
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Nice, what do you do so you can make such a nice articles
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Love the last three lines: in such few words they encapsulate the essence of adventure.
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No Dreaming Required, right? lOl! Thanks!!
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Wonderful sense of the wisdom of risk.
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I like the flow. I like the mix of prose and poem; I felt like I was reading a story but it also had this magical-visual feel to it…almost like reading a dream.
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Indeed!
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Wonderful! I really enjoyed the imagery. x
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Thanks so much my friend!!
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I LOVE this line!
Words found her there.
They’re still with her
a truly great read 🙂
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Thanks Hanna!!
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Beautiful!
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It’s lovely. I enjoyed reading this.
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Of course!
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Our dreams and goals are right there—close enough to touch. Love it, thanks for sharing!
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Adventure and home. Two words placed elegantly together! Thanks so much!!
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Wow, what a beautiful piece. It reminds me of adventure. It reminds me of home. Thank you ❤
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me too
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Thanks so much my friend. It could be construed as part of the poem.
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The title is perfect to the poem.
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Thank you and you’re welcome!
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My pleasure ♥️
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Thanks my friend!!
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Wow, perfectly crafted and beautiful 💜
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Thanks so much!! You too!
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Lovvvvvve this!! Hope you have a wonderful day!
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Love this.
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