From the start.

chadwick

Here is where the day writes words on tender winds
and swaying grasses sing out the years from which the sky has given its life to.
And to sing like the birds over head a treetop's memory is placed into ours,
and we remember a girl was yourself climbing a life of tree treasures and day dreams filled with castles, forts, and a boy to see.
From a girl’s life comes a woman mystical dancer.
A boy once stood and now stands a man.
And into the divine goes our embodiment.
Your delicate deepest heart rings true across these mountains I have built.
These mountains are yours they are the years that are my life.
These valleys are struggles to climb in and next to granite solid tears and the beauty of silk mountain flowers...

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