In the cool morning I remember a small cabin hidden deep in a eucalyptus forest. A secret place high on the mountain. Where Gabrielle and I would ride our horses for a private rendezvous.
Her blond hair spilled down her back as she rode ahead of me. The high mountain air was always fragrant with the smell of the sweet surrounding trees.
When she drew me to her I was lost in those bright moments, and in the sunlight shafting thru the trees around us.
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