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Last time, we sat in silence, absolutely contented with the nothing that seemed to pass endlessly. Now that I know how limited our time together is, I am determined to make the most of our ride.
However, I am still in awe at the striking eyes of the girl sitting next to me.
We stay quiet, mostly watching the hackneyed holiday panorama of snow-topped houses against mountains similarly covered in blinding white. Mostly, my eyes flit to her blue-green head as she peers hopelessly out into the landscape.
After some time, I gather enough courage and begin, “What would you do, if you were back there?”
She faces me with smiling eyes, and my heart flutters.
“I’d be dusting my shelves. Nobody really understands why I like those CDs at all.”
My mouth hangs ajar at her simple answer, and she opens hers to explain. I blink once and am back home. The hour is up. I will have to wait another year for the continuation of my gift.
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