May 7, 2006

• a
  shudder racks through the body, and someone's fingers press warm against the
  palm of the hand, the small of the back. there is a sense of urgency embedded in
  the peace of the night, as eyes open to a world of expanding fields,
  rolling away to a horizon that is semi-circle shaped, smudged by a softened
  ring of grey-blue clouds.

  we
  are sitting at the edge of the horizon on the soft grass, watching the sky as stars slowly wink into
  existence in the space of a blink. the night has become balmy, and the breeze
  that combs through the hair has the scent of the sea.

  and
  there it is again. that great and infinite loneliness.

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