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They swirl together - arms around torsos, hands across shoulders - and the distance between them disappears. As their lips meet and their eyes close, their inner worlds fuse, becoming a single sphere of softness and safety and silence. What exists in the world around them fades from their edges. The electrons of the cars and the birds and the breeze rearrange themselves into a shield, repelling anything not related to their love. Their tiny planet is impermeable to distraction now. Their nervous systems connect like tree roots in the earth, and they begin to speak silently in the language of trust, their fluency earned through the sacred devotion of listening. 

This is where God lives, she thinks. Creation. Magic. Miracles. They all exist here.

-Still, Between