Our paths rarely crossed. Our language was different from the other. A wave of the hand at times was the best we could offer the other in seconds of passing. Our energies never synced and thought was hardly given to this platonic existence.
Her name was called out loud and I came running. A name called so loud, it has caught me, lifted me and I have not come down - wondering where I am to land in all of this.
Somebody's life force has taken me, guided me and I am following. My hands are open to grab hold. I am finding a new path to take. I am astounded at the newness of potential and possibility.
thanks for listening.
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