I slept sleeps in keeping with the thought
That we simply walked two different paths
Rains and autumns unto years through which
You smiled into other faces from farther parts
Forgetting each time the leaves turned again
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I let that red string lie and then it was gone
Anchored by imaginings groundless
Anything could have been
After I left you
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Image of the Kettle Valley Trail
Serial Outlet 
This is a beautiful piece of poetry, too good.