I do not know her, I've never met her, and yet I know her better than many of the people I know.
One of those strange sides of life and experience. A connection without effort, without practice. More of a remembrance than a meeting. We say things at the same time. We finish one another's thoughts. We are equally silly, equally cerebral.
Our relationship is automatically meaningful, and yet the meaning is perfectly inscrutable. Why her? Why now? What purpose?
Or is the purpose of magic the magic itself?
One of those strange sides of life and experience. A connection without effort, without practice. More of a remembrance than a meeting. We say things at the same time. We finish one another's thoughts. We are equally silly, equally cerebral.
Our relationship is automatically meaningful, and yet the meaning is perfectly inscrutable. Why her? Why now? What purpose?
Or is the purpose of magic the magic itself?
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