I thought god had made his glorious point right there, outside the body, in the visible heaven where the new green sighed and the air shimmered like the coruscating pond. We rose like spirits ourselves, two souls glad of understanding the leaves about us, above us like dreams. In this life we were wrong.
Nothing is forever.
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