The gravel, small as peas, moved
beneath their feet and from it a faint dust rose, the perfume of the town.
At least, that’s how she saw it. For him, he just felt the ground
beneath him move.
She heard the hustle and bustle of society working together
to prosper together in ways that they could never do by themselves.
He just heard a noisy marketplace.
She saw the interplay of amber light on green trees and marvelled
at the beauty of the world in even the simplest times.
He saw a discarded pizza.
She lived.
He kept her alive.
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