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  • He spoke the unspeakable. She thought the unthinkable.
    He thrust. She parried.
    He turned cold. She grew hot.
    He beseeched the heavens. She summoned hell.
    All the world is just a narrow bridge and the important thing is not to look down.
    They looked down.
    She left.
    He stayed, a trail of salty regret coursing down his cheek.

    Image: "The Lovers" by Rene Magritte
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