When she put it in my hands the air had just begun to turn Cold and dampish, making the

sunshine a distant memory here in The land of the Pachamama. What do you seek? She asked of me And I , aware of your nearness, said falsely; foreverPeace in Love She places the ceramic lovers entwined and cold in my hands Her eyes never leaving mine for a blind blinking moment As she pours the sacred oil over the lovers heads, As she burns the Paulo Santo, blowing its smoke into my eyes, her smile Just faintly bemused and as she traces the ancient Symbol over my heartstone, she leans in closely and whispers may the god of love grant you the desire of your heart .

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