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She walks in through the small wooden door that barely hangs on its hinges
I watch as she bends her neck a little to fit in through it
She shakes her head to relieve her curls of the rain drops they have gathered on her way here. Some let go, most dont.
She smiles at something; the sight of me, the fire over at the fireplace, a thought; I dont know yet.
We are one here, with eachother, with the ferns and the wolves
We speak the fox's language
We sing the blue jay's song
The stars are brighter here away from the mayhem, like her eyes. Still and bright.
Her body feels less angulated; it doesn't carry the weight of pretend.
She sits by my side and recounts stories from within the woods
Drawing from me the laughter only meant for her and the creatures that roam outside
They loiter unaltered by our existence, Unaffected by the impediment to their freedom.
And we laugh, we laugh until the fire burns out, we laugh until the sun threatens to replace the moon.
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