081413 #worm A few feet in, they stop and look back out. One last flap of moon-sky remains, negotiating peace between the vastness of the night outside and the tiny heart of secrets inside here. They are standing in a thin trickle of water. It's not so cold in here. Krim takes off her shirt. Ltiky breathes in the vision of her. Yes, the crows have marked her smile, yes time has eased the tautness of her breasts. She's softer and harder at once. It makes her so much more beautiful now.