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coming back The trees had snapped back, all the snow now on the ground, melting quickly under the March sun. He stood by the stream, watching the water rise with the melt, spinning the fallen branches down past the turn, his hand idly rubbing Alpha’s thick ruff. The traps were in, weighted. They’d hold. He had two hares in his pack, field gutted. It was time to turn towards home but the land held him. The smell of the earth as it softened, gave. It was like smelling life again. The winter had weighed him down, made him pull in. Now he breathed deep. The work was coming. He pushed his<b> hood </font></b>back. Sun on his head, he knelt down by his dog. Took that moment to feel his body on his land, to open again. Three months with snow so deep that tracking was nearly impossible. He’d managed to down an elk, small game. Everything that could be done had been done. Repairs finished so long ago he’d been hard pressed to find use of himself. The walk home was more than an hour but he walked it with his eyes and his ears. Bird calls that he’d been missing. A snowbell that he plucked and placed carefully in his pocket. His skis slid easily over the wet snow, the sun began its slow sinking, the sky becoming a palette of, and pinks so deep that he stood at the top of the hillock, watching them turn his home into a bronzed haven.  His woman opened the door, her hair lit like fire. His breath caught. The sun was in her eyes, she could not see him so he watched her. Watched her pace the porch. Watched as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. Watched with such deep desire as she stood there legs spread, so natural to her now. He began to run. She saw him, her face lighting, her hand up in greeting. The was there before him. Not by much. He picked her up in his arms, she slapped at him, laughing. His mouth was on hers stopping the sound. She smiled into his shoulder. He handed her the snowbell. Only then did she weep. Life was everywhere, abundant. As he carried her inside the sound of his greeted him, the smell of food made his stomach growl, the fire warmed him, her weight filled him with a need so deep he nearly cried out with the joy of it. He set her down, his hands sliding over her, he felt her knees go, caught her. The sound she made, brought a growl from his throat. She moved the pot to the side of the wood stove, ran for their room. Laughing……..he chased her. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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it's hard to hold it all together. Mountain Man has land, a family, his Woman. it helps. I had to find work that made me feel like it made some sense, yanno? dark days. we find our way in the way we can. Resist, persist. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Thank you, very nice, yes, it can get hard to hold it together at times. but is worth trying
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Good thing she remembered to move the pot off the heat.  Satisfying work certainly makes the days more interesting and bearable. Vive La Difference
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And the wheel of the year clicks into Spring. Always. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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That kind of love is so rare nowadays. People are much too busy with the internet. . And TV. . The news... It may have been a harder life back then, but friends and family meant so much more to people than they do now. And especially one's lover. You actually needed them more. . And often appreciated them for it.
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Your stories are so intense.. ty for sharing with us hugss V Pretty soon we will be into spring. Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I hope there was a happy ending after the chase! 
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I hope there was a happy ending after the chase!
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I can't read mail, but I have a Private Conversation post in the beginning of my blog should you ever want to talk. . Sorry about putting this here, but you can delete this comment as it doesn't have anything to do with this post.
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