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We walked again, around the entire Las Pablanos farm

She was so excited to see the pair of road runners playing

I decided she was the one to hold in my confidence finally

Then at a dark and festive Italian restaurant we treated ourselves

mine, prosciutto mozzarella, hers baked brie with fruit

and to go a treat with coffee and another sunset walk

Weeping for the return of my sense of taste and friendship


Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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