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The sun bleeds into the sides of rolling hills, casting glimpses and winks of golden light onto fields of tall grasses. You lay quietly, reduced to a bag of shallow-breathing bones. My hand lies motionless next to yours, contemplating strategic moves, but decides to entwine with its own, laying on top of my chest. I close my eyes and become a silent ghost; a pure listening presence. A sigh slips from your lips like an offering to the clouds. My heart breaks, and mends itself into something stronger, simultaneously. My hand falls off my body into the grass like a boulder crashes down a cliff into the sea. I scoop up your hand too quickly, causing your whole body to jump. I loosen my grip, and like a plug pulled out of a great dam, I feel your body turn into light. We offer up to the clouds, the sounds of rustling grass and the humming of lullabies.