'we sit silently and watch the world around us. this has taken us a lifetime to learn. it seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. the young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. it is a waste, for silence is pure. silence is holy. it draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. this is the great paradox.

time passes, and gradually our breathing begins to coincide just as it did this morning. deep breaths, relaxed breaths, and there is a moment when she dozes off, like those comfortable with one another often do. i wonder if the young are capable of enjoying this. finally, when she wakes, a miracle.'

oh man. i just think these 2 paragraphs are so nice.


there she goes
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