The torn and tattered book,
Rests gently in the hands of the Mountain Man,
He caresses the outside with care,
Not wanting to do further damage to the leather binding.
His mind wonders of the contents inside the book,
This piece of literature,
Tossed away so carelessly by others,
And finds himself intrigued.
Resting beside a campfire,
He slowly opens the book,
Viewing it's pages by the glowing embers.
Each word...each phrase is savored,
Pondered over,
Devoured with enthusiasm,
Yet tempered with patience.
And in those words...those phrases,
He finds life, and love, and happiness,
He finds peace.
As he closes the book,
Knowing it is one he will read many times,
And discovers to his amazement,
The torn and tattered covering has been healed.
As he has been healed.
And he smiles in his heart.
And the two...become one.
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