I was walking on the trail with Dudley when I experienced a strange sensation.   I looked down and saw that my long skirt was getting quite dirty around the edges from the earth dampened by the light rain shower.  My leather sandals knew this trail for many springtimes.

When I arrived home I kicked out of my muddy runners & brushed the now dry earth from the bottom of my blue jeans.  As I later relaxed with a coffee, memory

treasured

the meeting.

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