My parallel projection.
The golden mean.
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I don’t know what scares me the most. How it feels as if we were written in the stars many lifetimes ago or the fact that I’m actually not scared at all. By now my brain should have conjured up a scenario of how it would all end down to the most minute detail. It hasn’t. Something deep within me tells me it won’t. Something I can trust; you can trust. Even when my eyes are closed you are all I see, hear, feel. There is no rush, absolutely no pressure, and an honest transparency that has been, is, and will remain respected; truly cherished.
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They say parallels never meet.
Well here we are.
The golden mean.