Walking silently by the frozen river. No moon, no stars and yet pale light and the smell of snow. Smoky stillness in the air. Stepping into weightlessness. A deep breath: “I’ve dreamed a thousand years just to be here where everything is right.”
She emanated warmth.
- Touch me.
- I don’t need to. I feel you – he smiled.
- We’re not separate, are we?
- The marrow of spirit...
- Running through our bones.
She heard the words come out of her mouth and they sounded foreign. No need to speak. Everything was so simple and clear – he was inside of her and she was inside of him.
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