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Silhouettes and Moonlight..

In the starry night, under the purple sky, she inhaled every ounce of air, her arms open wide. Her sense of belonging and the freedom she nurtured ran down her spine, shaking her up to blend in with the enormity of nature. Her beauty was much to say, she made the flowers shy away, she owned the moment, she owned the place.

Her hair making their way with the strong wind, her dress flew along. Those eyes drank in the beauty of the scene, the edge of the mountain and the sound of the stream. The dawn set most silent that day, when her eyelids met, she took another breath embracing the gravity. 

He walked up to her, filling in the silhouette, his arrival went unnoticed only to bring to regard his grace and his sense of love to her, he gracefully clutched her arm, jolting her, he grabbed her to his warmth, enclasping her, he kissed her neck, she had no choice but to give in to him. They stood there, her hair in his face and her dress safe in his embrace, his arms treasured her, a gesture so strong capable of filling light in a dark soul. She closed her eyes again, to settle her pumping heart and thumping nerves, she inhaled the air again adjusting to set comfortably in his arms. She turned her face to give him a kiss, an acknowledgment that her freedom was worth placing with him. She looked at him with the wonder of a man to be so full of love and life, so full that he was doubtless belonging with her, with the person she thought she was, with someone who couldn't appreciate herself enough, she looked at his perfectly carved face, she wondered at his humbleness, she was dumfounded at his aura, she was in love with him, and she knew it was enough.

Her entire frame held together with utter sincerity, she turned back to look at the sky, the purple which had changed to oranges and reds were now turning into hues of blues, the blue that was serene, the blue that denoted the last light of the day, the blue which moves on and lets go for the black to fill in, the blue which lets the moonlight in. 

Palm in Palm, they watched the sun set and they watched moon rise, in that moment they knew,they were the cycle they needed to follow, they were the sun and the moon in their world, only if anyone would cease to exist, their world would face the end of days and will never be another world created without either. They knew the silence had spoken to them, they knew that was it.

They heard their hearts beating, their presence filling voids. The photograph was complete, him and her, the silence and the sky. 

They shone brighter with the moonlight, at the edge of the mountain, listening to the sound of the stream, their hair moved along the waltz of the wind with their eyes stuck forward,  the moon gleamed, and then, together they owned the moment, together they owned the place and together they owned the night. 

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