Foot Of A Hill

At first she was timid, could tell she was a little unsure.
Not knowing what to expect. On our first adventure, on the farms
Great outdoor. Found myself, stuck in the double beauty the
Pictures hold. You and I on a walk through the woods, the evening
Was not too hot nor cold. It was full of fun, a few dead trees we
Pushed around. Yes there where a couple, I thought would never,
Hit the ground. A picture that was taken near the foot of a hill.
It came out just perfect. The setting sun and the land it stood so
Still. There are a ton of memories on that land that we crossed.
Hope that in the time between us more will be made. And in time,
That none are lost..

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