

Wondering ForthWandering onwards they slipped into a new sense of being, a passion above all else. They had never felt like this, not with each other nor with another. It was new it was strange it was together.Wondering Forth
As they walked onwards wishfully glancing past the old willow. An interest ran deep, not with the world, each other. It was new to them, never together with another, awkward never, love forever. They dreamed of it never ending, but of course that is inevitable, unenviable.
It became second nature to drift in the wilderness together, moving as one, not taking eyes off one another, never tripping. Hands entwi
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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