That’s when we meet. A gathering of sand. You lean forward, holding your arc of breath for that first step into the rain. I salute the
breeze as our momentum warps together. It’s together already on this planet,
and in this galaxy, which will one day meet another galaxy. Mergence. A double curve of stars to bend forward into time. What breathes then?
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