Recently my son and I walked the trail near where we once lived over twenty years ago. My husband and I walked this particular trail daily at that time. As we entered the path, overwhelming grief for my late husband hit me, and I stood and cried. The trail is growing colder and crisp now, and the fall leaves have dropped. No matter the season, it will always be a very special place in my heart.
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