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  • I don't even think I should have been there; in fact, the only reason I had gone to Washington was because two people I had met only once before were getting married. But, there I was, surrounded by unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar place. Except for Arlene.She was my favorite part about the trip. She, too, was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. For the first time in my life, it felt as though the universe was conspiring; but to what end, I couldn't know.

    I love Washington; it has a different sort of beauty than California. It feels more natural, has more trees, perhaps.

    We stayed in a cabin on a lake on an island. It was gorgeous. For me, there was nothing to do, really, but relax. Five days of enjoying the unseasonal warmth and sunlight. Five days of conversing with strangers- others who stayed at this cabin- whose names I'll never remember.

    It was foreign to me at the time, but I remember the excitement, the subtle joy I got when I spoke with her. I remember how gorgeous she was, bathing in the sun. I remember my last night there, our backs to a cabin filled with people, looking up at an ocean of stars; each reflected in the lake below.I remember the warmth of our embrace. I remember the kiss that followed- that somehow shone brighter than any star visible.

    The universe was conspiring. I feel it loves to show us how little we know; even about ourselves. Washington really is amazing; I'm glad I have one more reason to visit.
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