and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda
The neighbors had some limbs trimmed and what remained seemed a good spot for a swing. Daryl made us one in just a few minutes on a very cold but sunny and clear February afternoon. Thank goodness for Carhartt! Anyway, it's so much fun! Such a smart and resourceful and strong husband, how lucky am I...
Oh, my hands hurt now!!
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