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An Off-track Confabulation

  Forest green hills slope away to valleys disappearing . . . Meandering rails of split wood wander aimlessly out of sight . . . Breezes caress deep grassy pastures (wildflowers tossing their glorious tresses) where stately heads bow to their foraging work. So much grass (can’t miss a blade), so little time. Glossy coats glisten in the sun automated…

Goodbye Old Friend
Goodbye Old Friend

  Goodbye, old friend, run free across those distant hunting fields. Run free, old friend, your un-fenced soul can lead you where it will. Follow your heart, old friend, and, one day, may it lead you on to meadows still; to flowing streams and grassy knolls, where I, at last, will join you in my unfettered soul.