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 I remember floating. The gift of finding us. The moments of my changing smile and not touching the ground. The rarity of it all.  We were both there. It was real. 

 I miss the sounds that were ours. The ones that lasted hours and years. The discovery of each other.  The clicking of heels. The haunting. The edging of us.  Thoughts of border gazebos, hockey porn, Taco Bells and endless possibilities.