September 14, 2010

The bike riders approached us as we walked down the dusty street, just enough space between them to indicate they might not know each other, though they rode parallel and at matched pace.

The woman introduced herself across the gap, then held out her hand.

“You can call me Axel,” said the man as their bikes floated past us. I turned and watched as he reached across the space, took her hand, and held it while they rode away.

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