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“Everything is made up of letters”, he proclaimed into the enormous starlit sky above, held together by a sultry late summer breeze. She sent a frown the same way, not exactly knowing what to make of such a statement.
“How d'you figure?”, she wondered, innocently wriggling closer to him on the stubby grass beneath them.
He kept his silence for a while, going over his words in his mind. He was convinced it sounded good, a solid concept, something really philosophical that no one had thought of before.
He felt no need for explaining his novel concept. Everything was just the right amount of right.
Minutes passed as they lay there, undisturbed by time.
“It's all just... Words, you know?” he spoke after some time. “There's like, nothing that can't be made up of letters.” The silent darkness above swallowed every letter of his words.
“Well”, she said after some thought, turning her head to face his. “What about, love?”
Her breath touched the side of his face, and he could feel her fingertips reaching for his.
“Darn it”, he softly spoke, admitting defeat, “You got me there...”
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Something ancient I dusted off... I've been out of the writing loop for too long, and now it's starting to itch again. This is just for restarters, then.