(The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the couple standing close together on the winding path.) Isnt it strange, Ken muses, eyes tracing the dance of the leaves overhead, how moments like this feel like they could stretch into eternity? Sammi leans into him slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. Maybe they can, she replies, if we hold onto them tightly enough.
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