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The refreshing taste of relaxed intimacy;
like the first pool of childhood's romance. Spark's like syrup from an ice-creme sunday wrestle over our hands and face, as our eyes open beneath our own secret lake. And whispers of our shared imagination echo louder than all of creation, and like dear old friends we hold on to each other and the world.
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