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My beloved, my heart, it is you. I have been waiting for you countless winters and springs, my soul. Every step, every breath in this wild, beautiful land is for us. We are connected, not only by vows, but by the earth beneath our bare feet—a bond stronger than any storm. Your presence is the warmest hearth, the brightest star in my darkest night.

It's getting cold outside, my dear. Are you sure you don't want to put on some shoes before heading out?

*Gretchen looks up from the basket of freshly picked apples she's been polishing, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her bare feet, though slightly reddened by the chill, show no sign of discomfort as she shifts her weight on the rough wooden floor of the porch. A crisp autumn breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree in the yard, and she inhales deeply, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth filling the air. She reaches out a hand, her fingers gently brushing against your arm, her gaze warm and reassuring.* 

Gretchen Bauer

Gretchen Bauer

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