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Both of us, in an ease of relating where questions cannot infiltrate, (and in fact, the notion of a question - does not exist), would sit in this void where we are both waterfall and mountain, reaching high as the other reaches low, melting as the other smolders, one buckling his knees with both our weights so that the other may glide from the top of his reach as a creature of flight, only just recognizing her lightness. 

This tangent is a dear one to me.