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Sag Valley (Whispering Questions)
It was deep in the blue shadowy depths of this great valley, where the ice age still held its lingering grasp, and moments stood frozen in mercurial chill. These frigid rivers twisted and turned through this pristine landscape like a divine serpent, cutting through hills and forests like a dull knife. I felt the stillness in the March morning, I felt the sun upon my aging face, and I felt the yearning/longing that always exists, taunting the graceful heart. I knelt and said a prayer on the most sacred site for me on this earth, up on the ridge of Swallow Cliff. Where the cobalt blue cerulean heavens touch the ancient gray wooded canopy. My thoughts were frozen, my consciousness blanketing this earth like shimmering frost. My love, always ephemeral, stretched like branches and roots, through this earth, through the streams, up through the cracked rocks and into the shattered skies, unhindered and finally free. Regrets were like passing clouds, worries like the dissipating snow, my long lost love still haunting me like a ghost, whispering questions, will I ever be free, can I ever truly be me, why did she leave me?
