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  • You could hand me bits and pieces of my dream paradise
    one
    by
    one
    if you wanted.

    I could have an empty beach at midnight
    and a beautiful ambient song in the background
    and a pina colada to sip
    and a gentle breeze
    and the gentle rustle of the long sweetgrass against the sandy dunes
    from which it grows
    and the faraway clang of a sail against the mast of some
    long-forgotten boat
    and the shimmering lights of a faraway town shining
    like tiny floating candles against the shoreline
    and a million billion sparkling stars crystallizing the jet black sky
    over my head.

    But these things would all slip through my hands
    Through the space between my fingers
    If I couldn’t tie them all together
    with your presence next to me.
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