The night fades along a line of red bleeding into the horizon curving ahead, moving beyond us. The edges of worlds endlessly dissolving. In the night of not-night surrounded by the intimate sleep of strangers dreaming to the lullaby of jet engines I am moving towards you away from you Simultaneously We are breathing inhaling and exhaling long even breaths seven thousand miles of dreamtime separating us connecting us The inevitable daylight piercing the drawn shades exposing Time's contingency again and again I am back, I am gone arriving at the Horizon's edge
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Horizons retreating and bleeding in morning midst fading.....
Lovely, Sharon. Thank you.