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  • They would dance the fire into cinders of dark between the tree trunks.
    They held their arms against a blackened sky that would whirl alien light out of cotton edged darkness before sucking the cold star light away again.

    Between the exaltation of the inebriation and the joys of youth they would throw their time at the dawn through nonsensical debates and playful experimentation with eachothers intimate spheres.

    I would watch them smiling.
    We were all too young.
    Too young to know how far time would stretch and too young to know how the little things would accumulate into bigger and more complex structures.

    But at least we were young and ignorant and naive and playful and … happy?
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