Early Snow Inked
So many memories within these walls, and now this chapter is closing. The river calls me to it's edge, but alas I cannot answer. Furniture and boxes parade out the door, as we linger and wait. The trail is calling my running shoes, will I ever run there again? The movers have left to return again in the morning, so now I take up my pen. One more drawing as I look down that hill, who knows if I'll paint here again? Painting number 2518 in 2518 days.
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