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Show Remember? 83 The wind whipped his thin hair from side to side. He was t a l l e r , a f u l l head. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his T-shirt. The color of her hair matched his beard--the long braid a seeming extension of the hair on his face. His aquiline nose, the more sharply defined version of their mutual inheritance, rested near the center part of her hair. Her hands with the same long, slender fingers began to perform rituals that she had learned since they parted ways, moving along his backbone, feeling the muscles on either side. His one hand played in her hair, twisting her braid. They rocked and swayed. He touched her chin and looked into her eyes. They're singing again, she said, shifting her attention to the canyon. Can you hear them? What are they saying this time? They are chanting that Brother Sun and Sister Moon are connected by blood. They don't need anything else. He pulled her face back toward his with the crook of his finger, searching the eyes that were the same as his, yet colorless in the dark. Remember when... No remembering right now, he said. We are here and we want each other. Let's not l i e about i t. She arched her back away from him as he held her at her waist and l i f t ed her arms as i f preparing to f l y. Just be with me, he said. If you have to go in for this flying business, be with me f i r s t . Okay? |