We were standing on a lake shore. I know it was a lake because we could see people on the other side throwing horse shoes or bocce balls and she said to me if the wind weren't so kind we would hear them, too. What do you mean I asked. Well they're all crying she replied. Every last one of them though you'd never know unless the world were still because bone muffles our hearts so. How dismal I whispered not really she cooed how so well you know no no no are you sure certain let me show you.
[Her lips part--a sigh of the firmament that pulls me from the moment's minima. We are heat. Ignorance. Passion in flux. The wind is kind so the women and men across the lake cannot hear my exultation. Imagine their despair. May Earth never cease its rotation.]
So...what did she show you?
Oh, well, you know.
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