They met by accident, or rather, by default; as such, they met under circumstances that allowed for the possibility that each had already gone separate ways (which was, in fact, the case). And so, after sunset, these separate lives entered that vague realm of time and space that exists between the relentless consecutive numbered units of human consciousness. There, they met one another, and amid rolling waves of grain stretching before them like an ocean of time, they danced freely together under the white glow of the crescent moon.
[for emily]
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