For a year we had those gentle nights amidst the storm. We would talk about our dreams.
She would play a song for me, her soft voice and the delicate sounds of the strings floating
through the air like little ships, sailing into an unknown horizon.
through the air like little ships, sailing into an unknown horizon.
In our hearts, we knew that was what we were doing—sailing into an unknown horizon.
I think of her often.
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Woman Playing Guitar Irina Dumina
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