We will stand somewhere up on a headland.
It will be the day that I draw the final definition on the term.
Or maybe I will give her the sheer honesty about the limitation in me to grasp the meaning of it.
Regardless, wind will ruffle her hair,
Ocean will sing.
Her, through the body of hers.
I, through the body of mine.
loosely yet intensely connected through our physical presence,
and the unexplainable human ritual that,
for centuries has required us of faith.
(to be continued …)
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