my spirits were high with my fingers entwined in his hands. the cheery yellow walls drew us in, with the smell of freshly baked chocolate muffins.
we sat with our tea and breakfast in the late morning, not talking much, but basking in the sight of each other in the warm california sun, taking in long drinks of each other's faces, not knowing when we'd get this joy again.
And yet despite the odds, God smiles upon us all.
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