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I built a world for us.  It was mountains, valleys, glaciers, and rivers. Of course, there was an ocean.
I had not populated it yet, neither sea nor land. Only the air held life, my life in the clouds. I frolicked among the citadels and white peaks. They inspired me by their myriad forms.
   I painted waves of suspended droplets. The waves went out from the clouds, and in to the open earth. The water reproduced with the land, the patterns percolated in to the bedrock.
   You found me there, my wind and my wave.
   I found you there, in your secret stone and flickering fire.
   We embraced as a star, a single point of light.