Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Whatever happens, happens. C’est la vie and so it goes. Something about the stars in the night sky make me yearn for the closeness of another human being. I wish we could sit on a knoll in a quiet field and not even say a word. Just you and I and the vaguest hint of summer wind against our cheeks like a whispered kiss from God, overwhelmed and dumb-amazed, lost within the sacred moment. A billion miles between every star, most of the universe is nothing, and here on this grassy hill a soul is blessed enough to twine about another soul, close enough to feel your warmth, close enough to touch your hand.

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"A billion miles between every star, most of the universe is nothing, and here on this grassy hill a soul is blessed enough to twine about another soul"