Tried of myself, my opinions and concerns
I asked John if he wanted to go to Brainard Lake?
The high country is a cure-
And walking with John is a luxury-
He doesn’t much like trails- so off we go
Trapsing through the woods
Wintergreen under foot, decaying logs,
Lichened branches to dodge
So comfortable and at home- off trail.
What have we been busy doing?
This is our oldest connection, our roots
Our best way of relating
The sensate adventure of off trail.
her soup pot 
❤️❤️
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Yes! A life together lived from the very beginning, off trail. I remember when we first met you, no that’s not true. We didn’t meet you – and your super important third rail – when we moved to Thorn Lake, we just heard about you because you were spending months in Mexico, something they told us was the norm for your little family. So I was jealous before I even met you. When I did meet you, I discovered that you had a garden in your house. No, not in an attached greenhouse like I had at my house. But then for months of the year you didn’t actually sleep in your house. No, those months you spent sleeping in a tree outside in your yard. Of course. Off trail. Always and still. ❤️❤️❤️
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