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out loud, unintentionally, realizing my silly thought.
Suddenly your eyes are looking right into mine. They are the steel blue of
winter skies. They reach deep into my soul. I feel myself drawn to you,
but I can't feel my body move. When I realize you've asked a question, I
suddenly notice I'm standing inches away from you, so I step back and lower
my eyes, feeling the blush rise in my cheeks.
"I'm sorry." I can barely whisper "I don't know what I'm doing. I didn't
mean to interrupt you ..." (`although I didn't hear what you were saying,'
I add mentally).
"Oh, that's okay ..." your voice is so enticing "I was just rambling ...
shall we walk?"
I nod, unable to speak. I want to listen to your voice, let it flow over
me and help me dissolve into this beautiful wood ... and I believe it
could be done. As we walk I struggle to hear your words, not just the
music of your voice. You talk about the variety of trees, the many creatures
of the woods, the strengths and delicacies of each ecosystem ... and when
I stumble over a root you catch me by the hand and we continue our passage
with fingers entwined, feeling as though we'd been doing this for hundreds
of years.
Just as we arrive at the split tree (a huge oak that had been struck by
lightni
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