RemoteUser -> RE: A Walk in the Woods (1/12/2013 5:40:21 PM)
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Romantic transcendentalism (not so disparate): In speckled shade of ancient towers wound a weathered foot-hewn trail, the edges painted bright with flowers soft and scented, blooming frail. A lazy breeze was dancing lightly round the sturdy dandled limbs, to rattle russet leaves so slightly words were murmured, forest hymns. I tarried but I could not linger under trees and over stones; for dulcet daydreams drew me to her where she waited, at our home. I ventured then from wood to mountain covered by the velvet night; and swiftly journeyed to my woman whom I cradled, warm and tight.
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