Mind-Gods
He stopped and looked at the footage that he'd captured. Her brown hair was slightly wind-swept, brushing across her face. She'd made no move to stop it, but rather kept her eyes down and lidded. He wasn't sure if she knew he'd been watching her; wasn't sure if she felt his len's gaze. Did he care? No. She looked up and their eyes met. Life was about to begin.
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