I walked in the long, whispering path, waiting for something, a sign, the approach of a distant light.
I imagined you coming closer, hold my hand. We started dancing as if we had always been dancing, always been eager to give ourselves to the rapture of music. The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I walked on that solitary path fills the afternoon memories. I can not remember when it began. I cannot remember, but I think you were there, whoever you were.
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