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Our Honeymoon

There’s an avalanche barreling towards us. It started on the mountaintop. It’s too late now to escape. We stand at the window, hand in hand, unmoving. Words rise up in our throats and die before they pass our lips. Instead, we focus on the warmth passing between us and nothing else. Unhindered, I think of …