I love the way you stand there, with the wind beating against you. I can't imagine what you've been through, how many trails you've overcome, but your face is resolved and strong. I can sense from you constitution that surpasses all expectation; a need to be more than you can. Somehow I want to be closer to you so I can borrow your strength.
The fall leaves scatter around you and your eyes are glistening in the waning sun. The wind is cold and your breath is laboured, your hands, clenched in anticipation.
But you're too far away, in a place I can't touch that resides in imagination; an image that wavers in the impeding darkness; a sign of snowfall.
You are the distant light.
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