“Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.”

 
 
 
Twisting my head slowly to the side. Letting my eyes follow the paving-stones pattern in black and white. Feeling it's wavy oneness pulling me into it's own magical flow. Can you feel this I'm whispering into your ear and then stretching my arms out in a pirouette. Spinning around with my smiling eyes facing the moon. Spinning around with freedom in all of my pulsating molecules. Spinning around with the world flashing on my retina. Spinning around with you on my mind. Mesmerized.
 
 

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