A story written long ago.

Her soul called out to me from across the room. And I responded simply by walking over. An explanation was never needed to tell us why we belonged to this thing that we were creating…in silence and in sound. We knew each other well, yet never had our eyes, voices or words met in this lifetime. This was all about another time.  A piece of home in all the chaos. A story written long ago.


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