They didn’t so much smile as relax their lower faces,
unclench their jaws. They walked with a unspoken purpose, they didn’t totter,
nor did they rush. There were no words spoken between them but they could hear
each other breathing, his breath occasionally making a palpable noise like a
hum through his lips, and she could hear air flowing out of her nostrils, like
whispers from her thoughts. If you saw them, passed them walking by, you could
see their memories surrounding them, but their path was always ahead, if
somewhat toward the ground as if a map were drawn for their journey in the
cracks in the pavement.
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