Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if but for a moment. Tears springing to my eyes, coat my cheeks, because it’s so damn beautiful.
And so are you.
My ear to your chest, I heard your heartbeats. I was made to love you. You’re all I could ever hope for or want.
The tears washed away the sadness while your touch dissolved the emptiness. My vision clears and fields of corn greet my gaze. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you. No. I really see you. The inner parts. And you see me. And in that moment, the petals of love opened even more.
tara caribou | ©️2025 photo by me, somewhere over the Alaskan or Canadian coast

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Almost there 🙂
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About 33 days, but who’s counting? Not me. 😉
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I have my countdown on my PC going 😅
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~26 days, I guess 25 for you. I hope you’re ready for AK!
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I’m not sure much could surprise me these days….
That’s not a challenge, Powers That Be! 🤣
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Beautiful
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I’m so pleased you enjoyed this, Bob.
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It must be amazing, to have found someone, who gives you that ease of mind, who makes you feel safe, that you are, accepted for everything that you are, and many of us are still, trying to, find that, in another, and many of us will, never find it throughout our, lives.
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Indeed. It is the Great Search for each of us. To be understood and loved back.
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Quite beautiful, Tara. The joy shines through.
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I was feeling a bit melancholy when I wrote it. But I was trying to feel better. I’m glad that came through. 😌
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Just wonderful…
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Thank you, Chris!
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