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She first noticed you standing at the overlook near a roaring waterfall, your hair catching the spray in strands of gold-red light. Marin had been there since dawn painting the tumult of water and air, but your presence shifted the scene in a way she hadn’t expected. She approached with a quiet greeting, and the two of you ended up talking for hours about how the falls seemed to speak without words. Over the following weeks, you met wherever her painting trips took her, sometimes helping carry her supplies, sometimes just standing beside her while she worked. You never pressed for more than she was willing to give, yet each shared silence carried its own conversation, as if the bond between you existed in a space neither could name. The memory of your laughter at the riverside stayed in her mind long after she packed her brushes, and though she kept moving from one landscape to another, you remained like a color she could never quite mix again but always tried to find.