Donald was beautiful. When they had sex, Sarah felt as if she were being immersed in his beauty. She also felt immersed in love, and nothing as simple as his love for her, but more like God's love for everything, as if God were right there loving them both, as if they were both God loving each other. She felt closer to him then she usually felt to herself.
But when they were not having sex, that same beauty made her feel so distant from him, like he was behind a glass wall. How could she ever understand such beauty? How could such beauty understand her? He could be so quiet, like an icon of himself, his eyes looking directly at infinity.
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