Pensive, I sat in quiet contemplation, deep in thought about Chance, Apollo, and our journey together.
No more false starts. No hairpin turns. No carpets pulled. No sudden bottomless voids. We've paid our dues, and then some. Please, let this be.
My gaze fell to window, into the deepening sunset mauve of the evening and I saw this:
Is that a promise? I wondered as my heart buoyantly rose to stroke the painted sky.
Careful, I cautioned myself, and I grew more aware of the cool, wet grass and damp earth under my bare feet.
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