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It is not willing
Not intentional
There is an easy quiet
Human connection is so easy to come by
But sometimes it is very special
Pressing and pulling
The tide coming in and out
I enrobe myself around and around you
Taut, the lines and contours
They revile against the dusty ground
Warmed to the sunlight
Wind tickling my hair
I look over
You look at me
I smile.