Thinking while walking into an interior dimension, mind encircling them like a cowboy lassoing cattle, touching upon the old west of yesterday.
Hearing cowboys singing their country-western songs out here in the desert, measuring times by sunsets and sunrises every day.
Altogether enjoying a campfire, cooking over an open flame, food tasting better this way, filling stomachs and hearts with reminiscent thoughts.
Recollecting all of them, bringing tears to this heart, for life has progressed beyond this time in life.
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