His soul touches mine and a million fireflies ignite before my eyes.
Swirling and dancing.
Burning endless patterns into the night.
They move so fast.
I try to keep up.
I turn and dance along with them.
Desperate not to lose the rhythm.
Hours it seems, of endless motion go by -
When finally, blissfully, I collapse to the ground.
I fall into a heap.
It can only be described as...
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