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Our Colour of Yellow
The lake was still sleeping a light mist rose above, a weathered dock could be seen, its aged wood; full of memories. The air crisp, breeze light, trees majestic; watching all. Squirrels busy scampering, as a flock of geese soared above. Way over yonder clear across the still lake, shining brightly were yellow shutters, on our cabin; our special place. We had toiled the garden planted yellow roses with great care, we had painted the old wood shutters, yellow paint; speckled our hair. The roof we re-shingled, one painstaking nail at a time, we even counted the ouches; when our hammers got out of line. With nothing but smiles on our weary, aching bodies, we held hands, and went running, into the still of the lake; giggling. We swam out to the dock, it was a race; he won, my hand he took laughing; as he quickly scooped me up. Our toes dangled playfully sending ripples in the lake, as we gazed at our cabin; yellow shutters; fresh with paint. The trees swayed slightly as if nodding with approval, for our cabin by the lake, was our private sacred jewel. As we cuddled together warmth filled our souls, for our bright yellow shutters, symbolized, our love's blossoming growth. It was on this very dock, air crisp, breeze light, when he gave me a yellow rose; and asked me to be his wife.
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