This in response to Khandroma’s vignette Primal Fire.
“Do not be afraid,” he said, and squeezed her hand in his.
“I belong with you as completely as you belong to me.”
And with that, he lifted a palmful of water and let it drip into her hair.
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There is so much in the dripping of the water. A baptism of sorts. A blowing out, like Nirvana.