Walk with me to the end, and let us stand and watch the outer circle,
Where life ends and then begins again, where we look and see the light.
Right up to where the earth drops itself in that fanciful curve called horizon.
Look at those who walked before us and those who will walk behind.
We can see the marks of the earth,
the storms, the placid, left in calm.
Come and walk with me, your hand in mine, the beauty will last, and it will be.
One last look at the softness, one last feeling of knowing, we were here.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Kathy White
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