They climbed to the top of the cold night.

Moonless, starless.

Without anything.

He looked at her, and saw all the flashes on her face.

Confident, he approached her,

took off her handkerchief and,

Slowly, it wrapped around his neck.

Heaven was no longer alone.

It was a night with kisses.

No moon.

Starless.

With everything.

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