بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
She smiled!, she smiled!, both of her eyes and her lips, a moment to remember, forever was this, so he hoped not just a capture to keep in his pocket, but a living memory he'd get to savor relived upon her face for an Eternity unending. Soon she'd know what it was to be a beacon, to shine through sky of night or day or any of their seasons, with such experiences awaiting as to blush the pens of Fate, and in their pause, simply bliss flowers while only the twins remain; a Pinnacle amongst all Peaks, what he longed most for her to chase, and taste, and reach.
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