Original DDE™ art: “Love Lives There” by: rob kistner © 11/10/25
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Autumn winds skate across the valley, rattling bare tree branches like bamboo chimes. He pauses at the fence line, coat unbuttoned, looking across his field, breath rising in soft clouds. Behind their home, hills frosted in pewter mist.
She had loved these bare November days — the quiet between endings and beginnings. He used to tease her for it. Now, he finally understood.
“Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days, before the coming of the snow,” he whispers, the words wafting from his lips — a prayer that sought no answer.
The camera of the world pulls back: a lone man, standing by a winter gray field, bathed in gentle moonlight. Then it focuses in again — to his trembling hands, his eyes moist with her memory. Transfixed, he faces homeward, the warm glow… lamplight? No — the embers of their enduring love.
rob kistner © 11/10/25