Reframing Morality

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When they finished he wiped the moonlight off his thigh and chest and watched her. Suspended in castoff Coriolis. She shone in the moon’s glow like a pat of butter. A nightingale echoed outside the window and he lay thinking that making love was a form of time travel. The way they went from two people to one then transformed back. A strange movement joining with a body like that. One moment he was part of her. The next he was seated in the chair across…