Let me dip my feet into that murky creek behind your house. The waters look like the perfect temperature. This place is idyllic and I wish to stay here, experiencing everything it has to offer. You laugh at my child-like insistence to wade, but you still relent. So here we are, traipsing through the water, trying not to slip on the slick rocks. The water is a little colder than I thought it would be, but it still feels like perfection against my sunburned skin. I try to imagine things that could be more perfect, but I can't. We continue to follow the current, aimlessly guided by Mother Nature. You slip on a rock and you curse for several minutes; I laugh harder than I had expected and my stomach soon feels sore. But, I appreciate the pain, since it came from something nice. I am still unsure of where we are headed, but I feel confident that we are headed somewhere wonderful.
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