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Faces to the Moon
Flowers craning their necks as if to turn faces to the moon, a soft breeze playing the leaves of a nearby tree. I sit hot tea cupped firmly in hands wanting you to appear. To sit silently side by side speaking nothing yet knowing all. Treasuring each romantic second as it drips sweetly from the hand of my watch.
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