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A Short Pup Tale/Tail

 

I can smell the mountains, the crisp, fresh air and the scent of the Blue Ridge wildflowers.

The opposite of love is not hate but despair. Coming to the mountains renews my enthusiasm for life.

Creative juices soar. Now everything is perfect.

 

Traipsing through the brush, I taste dew falling from leaves, glistening on grass and breathe

in moist morning air while morning mist hovers above the ground. My pup and I start our stroll,

She chose this trail, a Tolkien tour under trees. Scampering ahead, she stops, checks on me.

I seize her spirit, run and catch up. Now everything is perfect.

 

~ Patricia Daly-Lipe

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