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This is my white picket fence;
skipping stones across the water,
barefoot climbing trees,
tending campfires until the sun and moon have long since graced the sky.

I have no strong desires other than these days
of simple company,
prfound solely in our shared deep joy
of these things.

I want to spend my days wading;
jumping in piles of leaves;
finding the perfect stick for a marshmallow.

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I never learned the rules
and therefore am never quite asked to play.

I am not a seeker of wisdom, nor truth, nor a dreamer of big dreams.

I want simply to find my way into that Narnia by will,
not by waiting.

I am that stone skipping across the water.
I am these summer days. Fleeting.

Seeking those most elusive of shared moments.