A man needed a woman…he needed someone to turn to in the night, someone to share things with, someone to whom he could say, “Look at that now!” So many times he had seen the beautiful when there were no other eyes to share it with; too many times he had wished to speak and to listen, and there had been only a horse and a lonely campfire. -Passin’ Through

Passin’ Through
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