Whisper goes the wind - branch and leaf clap. The sun's dimming rays caress their faces and all things around them. Sounds of the city fade even here. They haven't had to go far to find this quiet place, for it is partly in their minds. They utter in hushed tones, softly, thoughtfully.

It has been a long day at school or work, now it is time to recharge. The lightning pace of life would continue still if not for their conscious choice, their deliberate halt to the madness around them. There are still vast, unexplored treasures in each one. There is sanctuary IN each one FOR the other.

Hand in hand they stroll, under the evening sky and on the grassy lawn they sit - not in a far-away exotic place but here, in their town, their neighborhood. A woman with her woman, a man with his man, the love that dare not speak its name speaks volumes in the sweetness of the moment. Truth is spoken here, the truth of their humanity and their love. Beauty itself is here and graces them with its presence. Love descends upon them and wells up within.

"There is no one else but you for me. How was your day? No really, how are you after today? How is your spirit, how are your dreams? You are my heroin, my hero. We are a team - you and me. We are a FAMILY."

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