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we walked back, slowly, unilluminated step by step, slow and careful. the leaves above us marked against faint city lighted sky. it was raining hard but the trees protected us. we stopped for a moment to listen. he said "this reminds me of a memory i no longer have" and we sat down on the trail, face to face. and he painted a picture of georgia rain at dusk, standing soak and alone in the face of the storm, letting it wash over him, and the lightning flashes again and again and again ripping through the forrest. he said "will you paint me a picture". i paused, and remembered and shared swimming out on one of the first nights into Lake Peten Irza in Guatemala, swimming away from the shore, kicking on my back in the dark, alone and for the first time i felt fully responsible for myself, scary and exciting independence swimming.
later we watched marlon brando cry for stella. he crossed over me to sit back down, my heart pounding at our almost kiss.
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