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| We met in a room full of strangers, she and I, a lifetime ago. Left to our own devices, and blessed to be in our metaphysical prime, we chose to share a common path, a mystical journey favored by the unconditional trust each had granted the other with scarcely a word spoken. Side by side we explored the wondrous lands of our exclusive universe. Ours were the private marvels and secret treasures strewn before us like fallen leaves. The quest was us and we were the quest, that was all that mattered in that perfect world. Then cruel Fate stepped in and dictated an end to our magical trek – it was time for our nap. I was three years old and had just discovered in the confusion of the First Baptist Church nursery school my perfect feminine counterpart. With a scrap of brown paper towel and a tiny pencil we had scrawled a squiggly line that was our map to unknown adventures. Together we followed faithfully that wild path, beneath tables and behind chairs, throughout the mysterious realm that was the floor of the church nursery. It was the perfect scene, setting the standard evermore for romance to come. If life could be wrought from dreams, then mine would be a squiggly intaglio of world travels shared with my loyal lady love. |
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