Sitting here, me and you.
Sitting here, me and you, the sodden smell of moss and earth, of trees so tall, and sunlight catching mystical threads of wonder darting beams of love in the light.
Suspended in timeless reverie, a felt sense of your power, and your loving, invading this surrendered rapture. Present yet gone. Where are you now? I know you hold my heart from afar.
My heart…
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