May 30, 2009

Toward the top they hiked, hand in hand, one clasping an umbrella, the other a camera. They did not, for a second, think how strange it was to reach out to each other, to touch, to let palm rest against palm after all that had gone between them. They did not, for a second, consider the cracks in their foundation. It was only at the mountain’s summit, when they felt both invincible and so alone, that they turned to each other and let their eyes reveal what would pass between them, back and forth and back again, every day of their lives together.

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