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October 9, 2010
We'll sneak into the woods late at night, collect dew on our shoes, and watch with hushed thoughts as the deer drink from the stream. They are a mirror of a more innocent us.

We'll light candles, and the flames will flicker without wind. We'll let the fires lick the salt off our fingers, leaving behind blackened skin that will be whole in the morning.

We will touch the stars with our glances, and they will kiss our faces without fear. They will welcome us to the universe--new and foolish infants playing with something so much bigger than ourselves.