2005-03-01
Wishes Do Come True

After what felt would be an interminable age of waiting, the day of touch has come. There are no more glass walls or woven veils between our trembling frames. The tears of ache and longing are all washed away. Finally, nothing separates us. We may close our eyes, and feel the warmth and breath of the other beside us. An assurance of presence heretofore unknown, or only the ghost of it's reality.

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