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All spring I was driving. Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent. Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded. âHalf of the Maritimes,â they say, âis running this way.â
I donât expect your love to be like mine. I trust you to know your own mind. As I know mine.
Could it really be so effortless, all in my sight, many hillsides â green and black and distant and rivers serpentine, glinting. I know thereâs so much it just canât mean â you and me. Still caught up in heartache and grief. Yet to come, yet to cease.
I feel like Iâm seeing double, all joy and all trouble. My friends say âbe carefulâ or âbe gratefulâ âbe gladâ or âthoughtfulâ âdonât move too fastâ âdonât let it pass you byâ. But I donât expect your love to be like mine. I trust you to know your own mind. As I know mine.