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April 3, 2019
Rio Chama, New Mexico
Myriam once again sat on her favorite bench that allowed visitors to gaze upon the shrine’s venerable cottonwood tree. The catkins had dried up and the majestic old tree’s spray of new green leaves glistened in the sun. She took a deep breath and let it out, but it did not release the anxiety that held her body tense against the chill spring wind. As she began to shiver, Myriam thought to herself, Shivering but not trembling. What a relief.
Then she saw him. He thrust his hand in the air signaling he saw her. He stopped, waiting. The anxiety disappeared and Myriam vigorously waved back. With that Beecher strode quickly up the rest of the slight rise toward her.
As he got closer, Myriam could see the openhearted smile of her lover. It was all she
