She left us for a very long camino to Kenmore.
She called it a Sabbath walk to lay down the burdens
and invite Surprise to fill the empty.
She went looking for the mountain,
but the old friend was shrouded in cloud.
However, walking along the lake, she was swarmed by a pack of butterflies
who may have escaped a wedding. They didn't seem to want to stay still
for beautiful photographs.
On the way home, a big feather from a big bird
landed on her path.
and the roses glowed.
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