They laid on the plaid blanket in each others arms, watching the distant stars above and enjoying the warm summer evening. The only sound to be heard in the darkening night, was that of the Whipper-Will’s call.
“I can’t believe how perfect we are together,” she said, stroking the side of his bearded face.
“Me neither. I’d be happy to lay here with you forever,” he said.
“Me too, but these bodies won’t bury themselves,” she coo’d, motioning at the pair of long-handled shovels that rested beside their now-empty picnic basket.
“Yeah, we can return to this afterwards,” he smiled.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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