On the Montour; around milepost 11
In the places where strip mines once were, reclaimed meadows fill with scrub brush and this brings evidence of the incessant determination and renewal of life. Many of these shrubs have tiny yellow and white flowers that look like a smaller version of Honeysuckle -- but with a spicier fragrance, in a somewhat butterscotch way. I am reminded of you, as the scent of your skin on mine and all the mornings we may find together.
If were king, I would save all the half-popped popcorn in the bag just for you because of you.
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