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I send you summer brown grass and dust-green trees beside a watercourse.
I send you alpine juniper from a high granite peak and a snowball fight in summer.
I send you the thrill of the first distant throb of a Coast Guard rescue plane after shipwreck on a waterless, unexplored desert island.
I send you a saguaro's shade on a hot sun desert, and an eagle for company.
I send you fields of ripening wheat with a soft summer breeze, and a cool, looking-glass lake in which to swim.
I send you a phosphorescent wake with an escort of playing, laughing dolphins in the path of a crescent moon.
I send you thoughts of sleeping in each others arms and awakening to make love.
I send you a fireplace after a day of skiing and the moon on new-fallen snow.
I send you lonely, cliff-backed, wind-sky swept beach on which to walk and laugh, and sea-tide cave pools to explore, run, and play in.
I send you blizzards to wander in and hurricanes to laugh with.
I send you the scent of jasmine at twilight, and a gentle, quiet kiss at ocean's side.
I send you books to read in which I've hidden poems telling of my love, and the melody of quiet love songs.
I send you a deck at midnight under highways of stars running down to the Southern Cross.
I send you wild roses in a thicket, and the taste of strawberries picked, eaten, in a wood.
I send you a cabin alone in a glade and a twilight walk with the smell of new-mown hay.
I send you a wild scramble in the dark down stair-step ledges ahead of a forest fire that turned at dusk with a change in the wind.
I send you my white, brown-black sheep dog to run with and have near, and a crisp fall evening near a campfire.
I send you sheer, red-deep canyons, high, wide, piñon-clad mesas, and sudden summer thunderstorms.
I send you winter evenings walking through softly falling snow and the tinkling laughter of a sleigh ride.
I send you danger and the threat of death on a high, windstorm swept glacier, and a bitter, fighting retreat in defeat from the mountain's face.
I send you warm, lush tropical nights, and fireflies to weave into your hair with my thoughts of you.
I send you the loneliness of a snowbound camp with food running out, and the beauty of the sun, and silence, after weeks in a howling blizzard.
I send you the million-faceted diamond of an early morning sun while walking through an ice-sheathed wood.
I send you the laughter of a tropical island and running after weeks at sea.
I send you a walk up an ancient flagstone staircase to a Buddhist shrine.
I send you a snug, safe harbor after endless, sleepless hours at sea in a storm.
I send you a suddenly rearing horse and the scent of lion, with sunsets over ridges as old as life.
I send you slowly unfolding vistas of sublime beauty and lunch with a chipmunk for company.
I send you the first, soft caress of dawn on jagged peaks and the colors of fall washing down into the valley.
I send you a land in which you are closer to whatever gods you worship.
I send you daffodils blooming through snow and a creek chuckling in its bed through the night.
I send you an ancient ironworks now covered with dancing autumn leaves.
I send you a cold and gray November day on which we've nothing to do but snuggle and play.
I send you a wind-swept gray beach at the western tip of our land with only thousands of miles of ocean beyond.
I send you memories of an old house alongside the railroad tracks and the woods and river across them where we swam and played as boys.
I send you cottonwood drifting lazily on a summer breeze.
I send you the laughter of a child playing with her father.
I send you cloud shadows racing across mountain ranges and a snow squall in the distance.
I send you gifts beyond giving, life beyond fetters and, with all, I send love.
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