We put a mark high on the ceiling and would stare at it everynight before we went to sleep. It was much higher than we could reach so we could never have done it alone. We would lay there awake hours past our desired bed time. It reminded us that even with all the things we are capable of, real meaning was only accomplished together. It seemed
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not to mention there was something very poetic to it
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