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Jan 2013
It's held. The Bond. For weeks now.
The Orbs have continued to communicate.
A few more layers have cracked, and more tendrils have seeped out.
Happiness radiates off of the Orbs.
No lies or half truths, just honesty.
However one Orb must depart for a time.
The tendrils do not break but stretch as
The Orb moved away.
Months pass and the bonds, the tendrils begin to dull.
They do not break but become weaker.
The bonds between two Orbs, two people never truly disappear.
When you meet someone new, you break layers and know them.
You can move far away but  you are still connected.
Never forget that.
Orbs with many layered shells.
Floating around, interacting, and multiplying.
Brina
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