It was evening when you came to the bench by the river. You
saw the rock sitting on the note on the spot where you normally sit, so you sat
on the other end of the bench. You picked up the rock and saw that the note was
addressed to you, so you opened it.
Sometimes I think it’s
enough for me to know that you are alive and on the planet at the same time I
am. Sometimes I’m just glad to know that you look at the same moon that I do at
night. But mostly I’d like you to take my hand and hold it for a while.
And you knew exactly what she meant. You put the rock in
your pocket and closed your fist around her note and then you breathed deeply.
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