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She felt warm. I felt her breasts resting tightly against my chest. She felt wonderful to touch, soft, smooth, gently outlined. There was no shame in this union anymore, or tensions to mar it, or guilt, or torment, and no pain in the heart in response to being honest and free. Neither was there the rage of excitement that might have been associated with such moments had we stood on lesser platform, like a platform of uncontrollable passions that drives the human spirit to fill an emptiness with the intensity of rage. There was no emptiness in my feeling that led up this, that needed to be filled. There was only love that needed to be acknowledged and allowed to be. The isolation had been invalidated. Something had been created that was infinitely rich, which would now remain. "I have been in love from the first moment I saw you," I said quietly.
"I too," she said softly.
We remained for a long time in each other's embrace. It seemed that this moment would never end. The peace of it was reflected in everything. The lace curtains moved gently with the wind. The sun stood low, painting the sky a warm orange red.
"What a precious thing our human world is!" said Jennie with a soft smile once we faced each other again.
"And what a privilege it is to be part of it!" I answered and smiled back at her, "and to be able to experience its wonders!"
She nodded. "We should never take anything for granted that is so intrinsically good and beautiful."
"Especially not each other," I added, and kissed her. "What we take for granted we lose. We must build on what we have achieved. If we don't move ahead and build on every achievement no matter how slight or profound, we stand still. But life can't stand still. If we let life stand still we may be in danger to loose everything."
She smiled at me and pointed to the sunset, which she said was but the prelude to a new dawn.
I kissed her for this wonderful thought. The silence between us had finally been broken. For years I had respectfully nurtured 'this' silence. Now we had drawn the curtains aside.
The sky had turned a dark pink. The palms at the beach stood tall and black against the richly colored sky. There were no shadows on the lawn any longer. Still, the sand on the beach glowed as brightly as before.
"Oh, if only we could know where beyond the horizon our children might be," I said, "and Frank and Melanie!"
She nodded; "I wish I knew what they are doing, if they are well, if they are happy." Moment later she began to cry. "If only I could see them once more!"
I tried to comfort her. I said that they could be anywhere in the world, in China, Mexico, Japan, Europe, possibly even in the good old USA. "They might be in Honolulu, for all we know."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we bumped into them in Honolulu on our way back!" she said smiling again, and wiped a tear off her face.
I had to smile at the thought myself, but then I shook my head: "Don't get your hopes up too high, Jennie. There's a slim chance of finding them until there are computer listings compiled to help locate the displaced persons."
"But we are going back, aren't we?" she said.
I nodded; "I can't be at peace with myself in any other way, Jennie. I must go. We both should go, because our world is a human world and this world needs to be cherished. This means rescuing of it what can be rescued. The earth without human beings would be an empty sphere. It would be like a solar system without a sun," I said. "We must protect our humanity I all aspects and raise it up, because we are a part of this world, and this world is a part of us. We need it to be alive and the means consciously living, treasuring life, fighting for it."
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