I lie down. I sleep. I wake again. I chop the wood and lash beams together and it is the makings of a hut. I toil in the sun and she is right beside me. She chides me to rest and i say the same back to her. I think of her and my strength is that of the strength of many. The light of all that is above pales by the light of her spirit. We have little but my labours are as gold and her joy is a crown upon my brow. I will make a hut and she will make of it a palace. The wealth of kings is a shadow of what lies between us. Together, together. There is nothing but this. - Rebecca, 4:16

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