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When I’m missing you

When I’m missing you, I walk to the river’s edge. Frozen or free-flowing, it soothes me;
sends me back to our small adventures. Stargazing. Fireflies. All-day swimming.
Long goodbyes. No matter how cold it is outside, our summers warm me,
and we’re together again.

Winter walk copyright Heather Grace Stewart

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31 thoughts on “When I’m missing you

  1. First, I fell in love with this so much I had to share it with the tweeting world :) Second I felt like I went back into my childhood… back to when I made a safe magical place where a friend was a hero to me… and this… this made me think of the safe and warm feelings when I was young and able to imagine a place so.

    This was more than beautiful… It was an emotion so deep, they’re are no words that I can find to describe it.

    lovely and very nice to meet you!

    ~L

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    1. God. It was just me being me. So thank you. You’ve given me encouragement to keep writing just as I do, because it seems it does touch people, and that is all I want for my words. So nice to ‘meet’ you too.

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  2. Fancy meeting you here! I mean along the river, where it can be whatever season you beautifully conjure, whatever memory and emotion you hold up to us like a mirror. A finely honed arrow to my heart, Heath.

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  3. ah an emotive write – the scenes – the little snapshots all brought by that river – wonderfully put – “Frozen or free-flowing, it soothes me;
    sends me back to our small adventures. Stargazing. Fireflies. All-day swimming.
    Long goodbyes.” – nice seeing this up on dVerse! OT

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  4. It’s the little things that you remember that make you smile. Like sitting in an outdoor Hot Tub at midnight NYE, feeling the snow hitting your face while the water is at 105 degrees. That was where Robin and I spent NYE 99-2000. Sitting there with drinks in our hands, watching the Fireworks displays that the neighbors were putting on.

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