A mid-afternoon adventure, following the twists in the road as we negotiate this particular turn in our own plotline, and then the river. The gentle, silent stream called us back, and we stopped, and for a moment, as the bugs hung lazily in the warm air and we wandered with cameras to our eyes, time stopped too… we were here. Together. We were together.


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