Luminous

As eventide passes, the aurora deepening, you brush my neck. It’s innocent enough, done without thinking; that’s how I know. “Look,” I say, taking your arm and pointing. A she-fox enters the glade, the vixen’s eyes luminous in the dark. So are yours.

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