The room is full, a mass of human beings, a storm of voices and cries. I know you’re there. I let the tumult flow around me, I am the boat, you the island.
Slowly I free myself from the crowd. I know where you are. I would find you in a crowded city. You are speaking to me, the voice of love, the voice of hope. I can hear you, I am guided by you.
And suddenly it is only you and me. It is as if everyone else was muted, pale shadows: I only hear you, and you me.
We resume where we were. Was it last week, or last year? I breath your words. Later we will seek solitude. For now, it does not matter.
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