I'll drink to the libidinous air in the mountains of Asheville. I would love to visit that area, and partake of the natural beauties that inhabit the valleys. The last time that I was in those hills, in the early 70s, I was just passing through. If the treasures that are there now, had been there at that time, who knows what might have happened. What happens really isn't in our control. Our lives are a statistical nightmare that the gods created and over which we have no control. Love is a mysterious happening made of inexplicable combinations of molecules that will combine to form unbreakable bonds or self destruct. Unfortunately, that fourth dimension, time, as Einstein said, throws us a curve and we lose control completely. There is nothing that we mortals can do to fight it , so just go with the flow. I've been doing that since I "met" a certain lady from those hills, and, at times, I'm completely flabbergasted. What an obsession.... not the "rabbit-killing" obsession, but rather a sublime enlightenment that soothes the mortal soul!
Good nite to you princess.Sleep warm.
XOXO
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