As the moon follows the contours of her soul. The stars shimmer as they sparkle on the glistening moisture of her lips.
Supple hands trace the satin nature of her hair. The strands falling as if cascades of water lapping over the steps of her fingers.
Her back feels the cool tingle of sand.
She gazes in the dark. Seeking insight from the void and the voice of vastness that echoes off the waves on the shore.
For a moment there is nothing and captured in that nothing is..
Everything…
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