The memory in my cells reverberate with the energy still lingering in the space that separes them from each other, yet many moons have come to pass ...
How to know if is this not an illusion, the creation of an alternate reality in which we speak from the heart for the sake of survival?
How to understand this ethereal encounter without thoughts to interfere?
Shall I stop a river?
Time has come to a standstill
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