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archetypal encounters at the edge of the known. we meet again, you and i, blue eyed elf from the time before time. what is it with you and your shape shifting forms, your silver and gold and skin alive with moving art? this time we met eye to eye but again it was not to be, not this permutation of your familiar form. this heart wonders if we will ever meet under perfect circumstances. i could reach out and touch you last night. i could feel your breath and i could feel your tension too, from knowing this connection beyond is urgently calling, but the ties that weave us into the consensus dream must be navigated with integrity. and next time we meet perhaps we can walk away from the others for a bit and figure out where this all began.
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