- climbing those sand dunes. once upon a time.
- the conversations we used to have during those long walks around my neighborhood. we would dart cross the stream (remember taking pictures there, way back when, in the very early years?) and circle the lake to the gazebo area, where two of the lakes joined under the footbridge. we walked on that bridge so many times over the years, but i don't think i touched it once -- those spiderwebs freaked me out so much! sometimes we just kept walking and circled back through the neighborhood -- talking nonstop all the way -- but the times i remember most were when we stopped to linger there, near the gazebo, where those two lakes met in the middle. it felt like the center of the world -- like it was just you and me, in the center of the world. it certainly felt like the windiest spot in the world! where did all that wind come from?? sometimes we would sit and laugh and play in the gazebo. well, *i* played, lol. i liked to jump around from bench to bench like something out of The Sound of Music. it wasn't only that i'm naturally energetic and playful. it was also because of you. we would sit on the bank of the lake to the east, watching the boats and the waterbirds. we would lie on our backs on that shore, surrounded by weeping willows (were they willows? they were weeping something...). and, of course, i'll always remember venturing down onto those rocks on the other side of the bridge. i loved that spot. oh, you! you always pulled me back from ledges and rocks because you worried i would fall. i, on the other hand, was invariably attracted to these "dangers." i was both frustrated and thrilled by how protective you could be.
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