The crisp cool air

was it a dream?

The crispness of the evening brought a rosy glow to your cheeks as we danced.  I held you close, never wanting to let you go as the oaks surrounding us watched our rhythmic folly.  Distant music filled the night and for a moment, ever so brief, all was right with the world, the only thing between us was the occasional fog of our warm breath.

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