Sailing the Moon

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We sailed between the moon and infinity. So still was the evening, I almost heard the haphazard snowflakes kissing the canvas. The airship floated along as though drifting through a dream, or a fantasy novel, or an obsidian ocean with only the moon for company. The possibilities were myriad, your eyes endless.

We stared from our cabin, you like an elfin queen wrapped in your finest ermine and me clutching a red wine as though my life depended on it. I’d always hated heights but made the trip for you. Thank goodness I had. If I’d held my breath, I might’ve stayed there forever drifting over those mountainous peaks. I even tried. You laughed and kissed my cheek. I wanted more, but sometimes you’ve just got to admire the view.

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