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Retirement The blush of the morning mist lay cool and soft upon the gently rippling eastern lake. She viewed the beauty of white geese aloft recalling old times, many choices made. As silent as a snake, the canoe slid into the water's cool embrace, the sun's bright rays undid the mist to purple mid the warming of the new day just begun. She paddled there and breathed in all of life about, as gentle breezes wafted 'round. Her mind at ease, her heart full filled, no strife remained from old wars fought, no cries resound. Her time has been well earned, new life welcomed the fruit of her life's work well spent, well summed. |
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