Immersion: that summer day we spent camping out on that hill, you know which one I mean. You and me, on top of the world. The soft breeze ruffling your hair made you look like an angel. My angel. We shared a picnic of all our favourite foods, the wine staining our teeth as we laughed loudly, blowing smoke rings into the air; watching the sunset and feeling at peace with the world.  Whole. We lay entwined, the grass making way for our bodies, and the fireworks exploding in the sky matched the darting sparks on my skin whenever we touched. We were violent, burning bright, the stars had nothing on us that night. That day and night was filled with raw emotion, it was soul-making. A day that was purely mine and yours, for us only, and there to revisit whenever we wished to.


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