Why did you come?

Why did you come? And why did you leave? Is part of you still there? Are you looking back, past your shoulder at chillingly deep Valleys and dazzlingly steep mountains and crystal turquoise lakes and dizzying glittering dancing lights? Do you crave the dark? Do you chase the never-ending light? Did you try to smuggle a birch log in your suitcase? Did you fold onto your knees and kiss the red clay when you landed home? Did the magnolias whisper they told you so?


"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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