I was sitting on a bench under a large, old pine tree while waiting for a friend. Leaning back, I looked up through the branches, past the top, and I could see blue. It wasn't quite blue all the way really, although the blue pierced me. Piercing my eyes with too bright of light, piercing my soul with exquisite peace. My heart ached with wanting to touch radiance, wishing to be so free. Even the woody branches seemed to beckon me from my seat. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze brush cold across my skin. In the next moment, the warmth of the sun kissed my cheek ever so gently, snapping me back to reality. Time could not be measured, nor is there any proof, but the memory of that lovely kiss will only be erased by tangible love's bliss.
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