You remember those days,. Warm in the early morning. But with a trace of night dew. Still carried in the breeze,. Sitting alone by the water. Realizing you are never alone. It is part of you. The sea is your blood. The wind is your breath. The rock is your bone. We stand by the pool. We flow, anointing the earth,. Swimming in the sea,. Flying in the wind,.

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Like a thick blanket of honey coats a slab of brown bread,. The amber in his voice laid heavy and sweet on my waiting ear. Yet, I could not hear a word that he said. The oxygen had politely left the room,. Just so that I could breathe in the shimmer and spark of this new fascination. One kiss would pull me under.