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// Wind 
// Story: Lemon Sorbet 
// by Annuska 
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	She didn’t always need to hear the words to know they existed in the spaces between them.

She only needed to look; to see the way her girlfriend stood, spellbound, eyes transfixed, hair caught up in the wind. How she held her position, steadfast, until finally slipping her feet out of her canvas sneakers, pulling ankle-cut nylons away, stepping closer and away from the dry sand onto the bank where the tide kissed the earth the way they’d so often kissed one another; and she only needed to watch, watch the way her girlfriend’s chest rolled with the drawn breath, the way her eyes closed as she felt the salt water embrace her skin, the way she shrugged away her coat and leaned down to scoop the ocean into her palms, lift it with her and let it fall away between her fingers, slanted by the breeze—

She didn’t always need to hear the words. She didn’t always need to speak the words.

Sometimes, the wind was enough.