Magic City

“What was it like to know her?”

“That’s just it. To define it would limit the way she made me feel. There really wasn’t anything I didn’t feel from her. I hike a lot, and holding her moved me in the same way that reaching the top of a mountain did. Watching her crazy hair that she never liked to let down be tossed about by the wind was like watching the tender branches of willow tree dance in the breeze. And, you know, her laugh? My God, her laugh was the ocean, in all of its mighty power and soft foam. All of things that made me fall in love with nature were the same things that made me walk into love with her. There was never any falling. I just knew. Falling makes it sound like you don’t have a choice, but choosing to love her was something I felt I was born to do.”


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