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One evening, as rain tapped against the windows, Guss noticed Cimedipe staring at a blank canvas. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.
Cimedipe smiled faintly. “I can’t capture it—the way you make me feel.”
Guss laughed, leaning over to kiss his temple. “Then let me write it for you.”
Cimedipe chuckled, his fingers brushing Guss’s. “Together, then.”
In their quiet world, love was their masterpiece.