The lake was too much today, like every day, to describe My love, how can I describe a place? The way the water rippled in the wind tiny waves crashing on a tumultuous shore or the way the sun permeated through a million levels of silver clouds the manzanita, like watercolor brushstrokes ebony and scarlet and the rumble of the train beneath the highway How can I make you see the touseled landscape or feel the summer air piercing my lungs the joy of my soul, the pain in my body the sadness in my heart? I would give the memory to you if I could scale time and distance because it is only watercolor until you feel it From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
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