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two strangers separated by a barrier, repeating each other's names over and over and over and over...until they are no longer strangers
a leaf slowly gliding to the ground, departing the tree it once called home
a symphony of shoes clanking on concrete during rush hour
a pen in hand, ink furiously colliding with paper - its fusion birthing something called language
two lovers: one inhaling, the other exhaling.
a duo completing the rhythms of each other.