"another one, she said"

let me paint a picture while you paint. your tea not exactly what you thought, like our lives unfolding in the ways we dreamed, in ways we never dreamed would come true.

let me paint a picture while you paint. I'll write the bright of the carrots that I drink, and the wisdom of the thoughts that we think, or so we think they are. I'll remember the buzz of the smoke that you blow in my face, while I take a picture and you take a picture, for us to remember. let me paint a picture while you paint. we're in the state of flow, so no talking in between the talking, the recognizing of sacred of the space we share tonight. let me paint a picture while you paint. your tea not exactly what you thought, like our lives unfolding in the ways we dreamed, in ways we never dreamed would come true. the hanging pots amoung tangles of vines, the honks of horns a melody with the music in the background singing in languages unknown, in melodies sweet, ringing and clanging with the laughing of strangers in a strange land we sit, familiar in one another's company like family, even though technically we're not. let me paint you a picture while you paint. it's one of heaven on earth, it's a picture we paint of us.

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