A six-year-old girl sitting in the lap of her dad, both quietly talking, smiling and holding one another. His voice is equal to hers, hers to his. A quiet calm surrounds them.
They slowly get up from their chairs, open the glass doors, and walk outside to cross the street, holding hands.At a distance, they are one. Inside me, I see the truth of things.
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