I love the way summer says good bye with a gentle voice. Our mountain daisies still link like a friend who really doesn’t want to leave because the conversation has been endearing and sweet. “We’ll meet again,” I always say—after fall and winter has come our way. “Good bye, dear friend, good bye.”
One Thing I love
By AR|2013-11-05T18:19:06-07:00September 28th, 2011|Hiking Through North Georgia, Memories|0 Comments
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