““Ben smiled his sweet, lazy grin and turned them in another circle. It was a crystal moment. A balmy summer night in Venice, the water lapping quietly at the dock as a beautiful boy danced with her under colored lanterns. A slow turn and whirl that reminded Tenzin she was alive. After everything… she was alive. She tucked the dance into a corner of her mind, next to the scattering of other crystal memories. A baby’s laughter. The feeling of stars inside her. A gentle brush of paint over bare skin. A familiar face stamped on the boy in front of her. An unexpected dance on a warm summer night.””
