When I took the picture
It was to celebrate what I saw when I turned around.
The sunset was glorious,
But this view was as glorious
Because I'm lucky enough for it to be ordinary.
Every night, if I stood on the deck
Duncan would wait for me by the door,
The light would warm the table,
My shadow would stand where we've gathered
For years and years and years.
I can almost see them all at the table,
Hear the storytelling and the laughter.
Then, now, tomorrow.
What a view.
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