and their wait came to fruition and their palms pressed together and into the smoky drizzly night they left bright and full of love.
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light loosely spun out in long threads over hills and plains. great winged wind turbines turning away the minutes. and golden hour turns to blue hour. and we ate pizza and hot strips of cheese bread and laughed and talked and took the whole day.
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the kind of clouds you dream about and want to drift away on. the kind of rain that’s so thin and misty it settles like a fog. and all the greens sang to life and those tender touches and hand brushes and laughs and heart pounds—those things just magnified times a million because good glory that soft, hazy, autumnal light. that’s not a sentence but it’s how i felt.
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