We speak.

The two of us whisper to one another. Even when alone, we whisper softly to ourselves.

Words of love.

Neither an ideal, nor the reality that stands before us.

Its energy simply drifts through the body, gently dancing as it moves.

It feels like the continuation of a single moment that has slipped beyond time.

'At the Window of This World, We Speak of Love'

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