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House In The River

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This is where the Ogunquit River joins the sea. The sea is just out of view, because from here the river drops abruptly downward and in less than a quarter of a mile, is part of the marsh, then the Atlantic Ocean.

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The house is built for all practical purposes in the river. I can’t imagine how the house keeps from being swept away during storms when the river must rise up over its banks.

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To get to the river from the other bank, there’s nothing but a plank, and not a very secure plank at that. There must be another way to get there because I can’t imagine anyone willingly crossing over that white water on nothing more than a piece of sodden wood.

 

In the woods

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In the woods, the colors are muted. You have to look around you with care to see the interesting stuff … but also to make sure you don’t sprain an ankle falling over an unseen obstacle.

The forest floor is deceptive. It looks soft and smooth, but that’s just the surface, covered by leaves. Beneath that are rocks, trenches hollowed by rain or the burrows of small animals.

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If you can ignore the insects who are busily biting you as you walk (slathering yourself with bug repellant only slows the attack), there are fascinating configurations everywhere, soft greens, grays, browns and blacks. A small bird’s nest in the hollow of a fallen tree. A strange fungus growing on rotting wood, and everywhere, leaves fallen from oak trees covering everything.

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Daily Prompt: I Want to Know What Love Is — LOVE IS

Together

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Love is.

Love wants not to be defined.

Love defies explanations.

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Do you breathe? Live under God’s light?

Then you know love.

It’s in your bones, your blood, your soul.

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Love is feeling.

The more you try to imprison love in walls of words,

The faster it will run from you.

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Trust is the food of love.

Trust love, that you know when you give it, know when you get it.

Mated Swans

Embrace it when it comes.

Share it.

Bestow it freely, in joyous abundance.

Love given away never diminishes the love you have.

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Love is for sharing, not saving.

Is it love when unshared?

Then it is, I think, an idea only.

Love thrives in light, withers in dark.

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There is but one kind of love.

Its expressions and objects vary, but love is, of all things, the simplest.

Love is.

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