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She draped the sigh over him like a midnight cloud. "What's more," she said, "is that we're all atoms, and that's all we can ever be. Nothing more, nothing less." His growth finally stunted, he whisked her away where the moon's glistening eyes had no right to wander, and they bathed in a pool of infinite starlight where the sky had no end and the ground no beginning. The fluttering beats sank into her breath and the two went hand in hand. The river quickened pace to course around them as atoms intertwined and breaths became a whisper. Love was nothing more than a symphony and nothing less than a melody, and it rang through the night like a mocking bird ready to flee as the sun forced itself upon the earth.