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The shortest day of the year and we two look at stars through the bedroom window. We look out at them. They look in at us. Two in love can only last a pocket full of years. Such a light, invisible to the eye, is a fierce jubilance in the furnace of the heart. It’s best the stars are so far away.
····after lovemaking—slipping into each others
Redbud | December 20 2016