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our getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.

we played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. my eyes flashed white and your smile flashed red and you pretended to be without makeup, and i, without frowns.

we discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and perspective. we walked near. we walked far. we jumped clouds. we slayed lives.

and then we agreed on Eternity.

it was perfect.

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