For days you do not breathe, only live. A body in motion, a valley in transition, the mountains tower over all your little questions, it is a comfort. Your ride the lift all the way to the summit, and it is not the altitude that takes your breath away. His hands are inside your skin until they are not. She says, I never knew this place existed. Everything is smoke and mirrors and you wonder what it’ll look like from the other side. Maybe we missed our shot.
The nights are mild again. The shooting stars pierce you with their absence.
The answers are never painless to come by.
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