And here is something beautiful for all the lovers who read this blog:

From the movie “A river runs through it”… a beautiful poem by Norman Maclean to his love. Worth a billion views.

Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.

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