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A2. Your Breath on My Skin

There, in your pillow, the imprint of your head still remains, how you curled into it with your laughter, back and forth. My skin still feels your fingers as if you were here, here in the morning light, how they caress me, here and now. This joyful shiver, the dance of feelings, being, together, in the now.