he is warm. it's almost silly to mention it, but he's warm. of course he is. the only person, kaveh thinks, that doesn't believe in the inherent humanity of this man is himself. kaveh has walked through the metaphors of his life. he's knelt and given his heart. but what has stood out amongst the vicissitudes of giving and receiving and taking and all the little ebb and flow of a churning, living sea is the warmth of the young man's hands.
kaveh holds him there. he wonders if he knows he is as warm as this, as a brimming little star in motion.
he is glad that this is the thought upon which the world ends. ]
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he is warm. it's almost silly to mention it, but he's warm. of course he is. the only person, kaveh thinks, that doesn't believe in the inherent humanity of this man is himself. kaveh has walked through the metaphors of his life. he's knelt and given his heart. but what has stood out amongst the vicissitudes of giving and receiving and taking and all the little ebb and flow of a churning, living sea is the warmth of the young man's hands.
kaveh holds him there. he wonders if he knows he is as warm as this, as a brimming little star in motion.
he is glad that this is the thought upon which the world ends. ]