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The sound wafts across the still waters gathering intruders into a private world. It bounces as an accompaniment to a shared joy, friends gathered together in a strange land, for the start of a new journey. The couple gathered in a loving embrace before being released dove-like into the stilled air.
A flitting vision in white, supping the nectar opened in supplication from the hands of her chosen few. Silent laughter peals across the glade as a head is thrown back with delight. The throng mills and sashays in continual slow motion, a dance of happiness and sharing between people in a quiet place, a place for contemplation rather than intrusion.
I maintain the line between us as I walk, me on my side, they on theirs. Privacy has a readily shattered fragility. The natural ease of the unaware records a spontaneous beauty, that being furtively obtained, seeks to intensify.
