The water trickles around and tumbles over the heart like it does over rock, melting through the heart of softening sandstone which came from where our history rolls in the fields of why things happen for a reason along this road, and the graves of folks far too young to wonder but lend perspective to why life courses as it does. I tell you that I will always remember this always, and the day before where your tears were equally taken as mine. Yet we knew it all before it ever happened because as the sun slips low as with our days, along the fence line in the meadow there is a good life, a beautiful life -- remembering always as night falls. Good night, chasing pony, Good night.
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Into this Universe, and Why not knowing,
Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.
~ The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám