We could just sit for hours on end and just exist,

just us and the air around us.

Lungs filling with the humid atmosphere and exhaling gentle breath into the void

hands entangled within the clay and grass blades

pinkies latched together

creating promises in our own silent language.

I’d be happy with that.

I could do that forever.

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