submersed in the reflection of the shining moon, the dance of the ripples rages on the jubilant surface of the water. the dark shimmer bounds against the stars and to the beating rhythm of evening sky. the curve of the beam reaches up to meet that light and swings back down to carry the expression to the depths. the river is more comfortable here, as if it can stretch and breathe in the northern light.
the girl lays along the horizon, the line of her back forming to the tension held beneath it. the floating, mooring limb is as steady as her solid earth. mere inches separate the girl from the body of the wayfarer and she hears the shine of each star strung into his melody. strips of tender foliage idle by, caressing the bluish grey resilient amongst the crescent prospect. once again, she feels a calm in the presence of this wayfarer, where she can merely exist and nothing else is required. the language of their thoughts is unspoken but continually present, establishing a comfort and a gratitude seeping into the fibers of these environs.
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