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…he said that she was undoubtedly his beacon of light.

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generously given the name, she was. auspiciously granted, rather. settling cautiously in to it over time and understanding why. calm & magnetizing. the one with the fiery sensuality & pointed inner knowing. she accepted the role... karma endless... intertwined with theirs. student, teacher. teacher, student. drawn towards her, he would be terrifically inspired. he would seek her out. he would know her. he would love her. and she... him.

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them. there was no obvious reason as to why they’d met.  maybe two precious souls in search of a healing... love. kismet... karma? perhaps a most beautiful debt unfulfilled. regardless, it was a delicious melding of mind folds amongst relative grey lines of time. they sat across from one another wondering... wondering who the other was. a bit semi-transparent. vulnerably sheer with their words. spiraling heart and soul, as they searched one another’s eyes for meaning. the eyes hold the path to the soul, you know? no guarantee. no expectations... no promises made. yet their sacred connection ensued. sensing that everything was perfect right then and there, that was all that they needed to know and no one could tell them otherwise.  

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...as drizzle leapt across her face, she cautiously admired him from afar with mounting anticipation and a tinge of fear... coquettishly staring. curious yet apathetic to the potential of what could be. she knew that not everything was forever or possible, for that matter. in fact, nothing was forever. just a moment of temporary insanity, perhaps. i mean, it wasn’t like this big love affair or anything. but rather, a slight change in the weather, a half tilted smile, the choice between scented or unscented. so sickly ordinary. and he? well... he was extraordinary. she fell instantly upon him. spellbound and turned on with no destination in sight.

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pinned down by the rays of the ripening sun, she feverishly searched for her glasses.  extending his strong hand towards hers, he softly requested that she leave them be... away from her big, brown eyes sitting wide upon her ancestral cheekbones.  lovingly gazing into her eyes... mischievous smile peering out the side of his mouth he whispered, “you’re incredibly majestic and clean”.

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... as she proceeded down towards the ladies room she could sense a shift. a shift in the energy, in her heart... pounding with anticipation of what would come next. a deadening calm... in slow motion moving towards another dimension. unseen, unheard yet definitely felt. it was here where she felt their presence... hair on end & electric. a presence of a time lost & perhaps a lost soul. we meet again my friend.

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regardless of the sporadic ache, she knew that being alone with her destiny, holding her own, pushing through all the bullshit & incessant longing... was the only way up & out.

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he loved bridges. she loved bridges, too. bridges were their favorite place to meet... to dream, inspire, affect change. their intentions, pure yet fanned by the internal blazing fire. secretly desiring one another amongst light & shadow, cement & steel... suspended above day dreams & a river in flux constantly demolishing the worn out while welcoming the brand new. the memory of them & their intersection however, had lovingly remained.

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...she was drawn to its vintage flair.  knowing that now it was finally time to shelve what once was... to file it all away.  it was the detailed & intricate cataloging of her past that made everything alright again.  she felt terribly relieved & softly optimistic towards the future.

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...because for her, being chicken shit was no longer an option

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"upstanding citizen & compassionate soul" she agreed would lay etched in the memories of those she touched, at the time of her passing.  unfortunately though, none of that mattered that evening as she walked around the corner, gladly taking her 10 minute break... passing time, peering through dark shop windows with a thin ray of light at the back... in hopes of catching a glimpse of inspiration while trying to forget him.

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...today she felt him... somehow.  there haunting her... bleeding through the darkness of the in betweens, tethered to his madness.  missing one another, knowing that neither she nor he were able to let go. 

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...he was seated at the end of the bar on a beaten up, old mahogany stool, catching a glimpse of patrons as they walked in at 2:30 in the afternoon.  as he turned back to down a swig of his straight up on the rocks, she walked in. his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of what he thought was an angel. shaking his head from side to side while batting his eyes, he hoped that what he had just seen was true.  in fact, he had seen many things, as his alcohol soaked mind constantly played tricks on him.  but this was no trick.  an angel had in fact walked in.  he felt that this moment was different... she was different. there was a certain tranquility & glow about her that he simply couldn’t shake. after all, she had just walked into the Glo-Room.  how appropriate, he thought.