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  • we stayed up so late that night, pulling our sleeping bags out of the tent and onto the mossy floor by the giant tree near the river. we zipped our bags together and you let me get in first before sliding in next to me. you kissed me gently below my ear before pulling my hat down and covering it. it was misty, and you knew i was cold.
    we'd gotten to the point where we didn't have to talk, where small gestures of lips and eyes and how our hands moved over each others' bodies communicated what would have taken words longer. your eyes said "that was beautiful," and my lips responded "i'm so glad we came." your hand found the small of my back and pulled me even closer, nestling my head in the space between your neck and chest.

    it's a moment that i think about sometimes when i can't sleep, like now, remembering how warm your skin felt in the wet air, how close our bodies were and how unremarkable that was at the time.
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