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Infinite Crises
Soon my mind and thoughts will blend
with hers. Soon something
wholly new
will burst form from the cocoon of our
conjoined histories.
But in the brief time left to us before that
happens, we know..
both
of us... what
we want to
do
.
Spread our wings
wide
...
... and fly.
And we will
keep
flying, long after our wings
have moulted. Long after we have fallen,
with
grattitude
, into the arms of the Earth.
Long after the memory of the Shining Ones is
erased from our minds (if not our
hearts
).
And we will never
stop
flying.
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