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I kept looking at her. At the back of her. Whenever she turned around. I remembered that that was life. Life wasn’t Monday. Or next year. Life was then and there. Life was in that second. In that afternoon heat. The sound and color of those people. The smiles. The light weight. Lost in eternity. But set in eternity. For all, all time and space, those moments were ours. Those were ours. We were there. We are there. Forever. The laughs. The brushes. The steps. Take me back. No, not back. Now. It is always now. It is still happening. Warmth. Fun. Merriment. The meal. The wait. The taste. All there. It is still all there. The way she looked. The way we sat. The way we observed. The easiness. The opening up. The silence. The clear blue sky. The hue. The chatter. The hum. The sea of faces. Of emotions. Sonder. Of depth. Complexity. Just like us. Hopes and dreams and ambitions. And sorrows and grief and loss. And pain and tears and irreversibility. And something grand. Some horizon. Human. A kiss. Bask. Bask. Eternally grateful. A story? No. A gift. From nowhere. Everything is a gift. I’m so, so glad. Just once more. Just, once, more. No. Once. No. More. Glow. Smiles. Staying strong. Immensity. Here. Present. Wonder. Miraculous. Chance. Thankful. I’m. Funny. This is living. Living. This. This is. Is. Never forget. Happy.