Their wanderings led them to the shore of a loch that stretched so far that, aside from a collection waving trees, its opposite bank was almost invisible. They held each other’s hands and stepped ankle deep into the water, closing their eyes and feeling the water swirl around their bare feet.
They both tightened their grip on the other, squeezing each
other’s hands until they ached. The warm but temperate water around them shifted
with the pull of gravity, washing the caked mud from their soles.
They turned to face one another, placing their free hands
together to form a linked circle, and smiled, then hugged, then smiled again. Opening
their eyes, they both saw the loch, the faraway trees, and one another.
Turning from the loch they left the water and walked back up
the shore.
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