short stories ~ literary fiction ~ social commentary
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Memories
And, we'll hold hands
And, people won't think we're lovers
Because we're not.
And, walk, our bare feet in the sand
water coming up, backing away.
And, we won't talk,
nothing to say that hasn't been said.
Nothing to say that won't be said.
Just be, for a breath of the universe.