In a park. It's beautiful out. The sun is shining brilliantly, bursting through the canopies of the trees.
Their slow waltz with the wind makes the rays of sunlight dance on her lips.
They remain beautiful, but what words they are forming send pain from my throat down into my chest. Swallow. Gaze. I watch those lips read. The sun & the wind continue their slow waltz.
These words are clear. I understand them, although I wish I didn't.
Loss. Endurance. In indecision lies madness.
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