A cool wind blows past my shoulder
I turn to you and you look back to me
Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face
I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
You pull the collection of pine needles that have been hiding in my hair
Covered in sweat and dirt- I feel beautiful
We are the only ones
Looking to the path ahead of us. Together.
Venture from reality.
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