Conversations on a land line

His voice was her vacation

Each word a point of interest

Her heart would perch on scenic vistas and fill with the views

Her soul would rest in rustic mountain cabins and sit by the pools of long-forgotten motor hotels

She collected rocks and flowers from every story

His laughter would run its fingers through her hair

His goodbyes would wrap themselves around her and keep her safe and warm

until the phone rang again

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