Leaning over into a shoulder, sighs steeped in comfort, the warm threads of a t-shirt. No qualms about the lost time, no words for a long while, just rolling forward along Jersey tracks. Brooklyn scenes and Coney Island dreams, Manhattan streets weaved into our shoes, taupe sands, calm hands, and back to the land you flew.

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