They stood together in the field, connected not by proximity but rather by the dense fog that embraced them like the breath of the infinite. It was enough that they knew one another's hearts.
They stood together there, that morning, unaware of the wedge of silence and miscommunication that would slowly drive them apart in the coming years, the frustration and resentment that would poison their blood until, rather than attempting reparations, they would agree that demolition was a more prudent option.
In later years, after all was long ago said and done, they would look back at that moment, each alone, and wonder if it could have been salvaged. They would wonder, each alone, if it were possible to reconstruct that moment when they understood that they shared a common dream.
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