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She was beside this guy, and beside herself with her and him. She remembers sitting on his shoulders while the sun set over Jerusalem. She was smiling in such a way that the sun was backing down from a challenge neither it nor I had seen, which is why I took the picture. It was beautiful to see. The tilt of her head for his photographs, the link of her arm for his steadying walk, the share of her sounds with him--one earbud apiece--all the things she used to do with me And in the holy city I was blessed to see her dance between two kinds of love so seamlessly
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
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She was beside this guy, and beside herself with her and him. She remembers sitting on his shoulders while the sun set over Jerusalem. She was smiling in such a way that the sun was backing down from a challenge neither it nor I had seen, which is why I took the picture. It was beautiful to see. The tilt of her head for his photographs, the link of her arm for his steadying walk, the share of her sounds with him--one earbud apiece--all the things she used to do with me And in the holy city I was blessed to see her dance between two kinds of love so seamlessly
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
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