// To look on another’s face and have an appreciated understanding. To have traveled converging lines, and end up here. Here, where we stand at a shallow distance. Knowing without asking, sustaining a silent dialogue. This light, referenced in our eyes, is sufficient assurance. Continuing to dwell in this space, believing all of this to be a beautiful exchange of shorelines for open ocean. All for the means of tending to a mutual need; the imperative interchange, to be known. //
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