It's the unexpected in the ordinary places, the corner in which you've forgotten to look.
The sweetest of all surprises resides across the table over shared naan and stilton-stuffed brioche.
A soft smile, a laugh in the dark, a comfortable, pregnant pause, a sigh.
No explanation necessary. Unspoken, yet understood.
A hand slides into a glove made for it. Content.
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content. -Walt Whitman from Song of Myself
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