APPROACHING
MT. EPHRAIM
Here are the clouds, wily-nily, and there
is the sky. Everyone's so much older - the
men have all aged : that thickness of face
having long ago set in, and a few pounds too
I'd guess. Youthfulness was once a wonderful
thing. Now, it fleets as a passing moment in
mind; a regrettable thing. Like telling your
first girlfriend 'I remember when your
breasts were just buds.'
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