This is my conversation with you. I close my eyes to have it. Our mouths open to speech and it takes us below the ground. What was once casual is now ecliptic.
We are in the dark together. We do not know where this will lead or how we will find our way. But this moment contains a sifting quality; we are sorted by our trust. What will remain of us is dust so fine it can only move like breath.
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