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| so this is how it feels, misty passion in a breath of spring-rain air, drenched deep with nightscents and the starlit beauty of eternal eons that are spilling fire and magic on our daydream lives tonight from constellations at the edge of time. a word, a touch, a silent sky-kiss, and the dizzy rush is stilled, compressed into a moment of infinity, of surrender, when we know again what it�s like to feel complete and sacred in the night. |