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But who are you, and who am I, and would we know if we ever found out?

Day and night were interchangeable now; it wasn't about light or dark anymore, but in what colours you chose to bathe.

The series of coincidences that breathe love into life is beyond number.

Moving through moments in time like the wash of waves, or a crisp autumn breeze.

I searched out my home from the sky, but saw only unfamiliar neighborhoods.

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