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He walks amid the mist coming in off the lake.
It has cooled now the sun has gone to bed.
I know it is him,
even though I can not see  his face,
can't make out what he is wearing.
I can tell it is him as I know the strength of his arms,
the width of his chest.
I recognize his walk.
How he proudly carries himself.
He is beautiful to watch in motion.
This strong, deeply complex man has me mesmerized.

By Raine Lampert