An Endless Kind of Love
She stood in awe, caught full blast in the beauty of the mountains in front of her.
She stood in the doorway taking them in. The green of the pine trees, the perfect blue of the sky, the brown and purple of the mountains with just the tips of white. Standing there, she finally understood the “America the Beautiful” lyric of “purple mountain majesty.”
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Dylan’s voice was soft behind her shoulder. He was close enough to touch her if he wanted and she found herself wanting him to do so.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you in there,” she said quickly, stepping out and turning to the side to let him out. But he didn’t move. He stood there, looking at her.
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