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She whistled a tune. Her lips exploded into a smile.
connection.

If only you could see the halo over the field tonight.. If only you could see
how wonderful the twisting fog is, and how it is making me feel so close to you.
Motors hum, equipment switches on and off, valves open and close,
but the truth rings clear: We have a destination. Friend, let us swim in
the afformentioned lake and feast on fish from it's icy waters. Let us for a time,
if only for a time, make it's steep bank our home upon which to dig a pit,
in which to build a fire.(Fire as a metaphor)...they passed by,
waving arms in gestures...
I continue on my way, remembering how she could smell the rain.
She smelled the rain.

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