I dream of a day when we are together walking along a gravel road lined with oak trees dressed in their fall wardrobe. Song birds are chirping and a red squirrel sounds the alarm as we pass near by his home. The loon calls from a distant lake, to its young ones, to its mate or perhaps to the wind.
As we walk along our laughter fills the space between us and overflows our hearts with joy.
I dream of a day when we are together walking along a gravel road.
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