Beauty all around, everywhere - in the trees that sway lightly, like ocean waves; in the rich colors of late afternoon as the retreating sun makes the east a shadowless perfection of evenly throbbing light; in the slightly dusty haze that comes with the approach of evening, dry and cool; in her hair as the wind travels through it as slowly as a boat in polar seas. And all the memories summoned by these beauties resonate and sing, until, in their ecstatic multiplication, they close themselves off to mortal view by virtue of the light that is too bright to see.
Endless summer, endless love. That's all I've ever wanted, to walk in such a place with you.
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