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All I have are moments. Moments of her with her long hair blowing past her eyes so bright I want to lift my fingers to her face and hide their honesty; moments of staring into the nape of her neck and wondering if her eyes are open or shut and if she feels as much as I do. Moments of watching her breathe in her sleep. When everything else fades I hope that these at least will stay with me - seconds of clarity and minutes of stillness - quiet fragments of intensity, of happiness, of dreams moving under skies.