Romance IV

Romance is an afternoon by a river eating dried apple slices and creating stories for the trees on the opposite bank.

Romance is awkward dancing before the end of the world, falling to the grass and laughing at the fullness of life.

Romance is fallen tears on a bed of leaves, sparks from a campfire and four lives interwoven beneath a starless night sky.

Romance is vanilla on our tongues, summer shade on our bodies and wind licking our limbs.

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