We met at dusk. I looked across as you yawned, your big eyes closed and then, suddenly, awake and brighter than the sun. My heart skipped a beat and I wondered: how can a bushbaby love a monkey?

But there you were at dawn, waiting for me to wake. You meet me every morning with night-blooming flowers. I wait for you every evening with sweet fruit. We sleep, dream, in the same spot: you by day, me by night. For brief moments in between we are together. So far it has sustained me. How long will it sustain you?

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