Years ago (before the world changed forever) they had met during the cold and darkness of the winter. They must have crossed paths before although no one could say for sure. But having shared their stories over coffee, it seemed quite possible.
The cold months melted away and spring opened like a book; a story waiting to be read. The illustrations were filled with hope and warm colours; the imagery, reminiscent of Chagall.
Time can be forever or it can be the blink of an eye, a hummingbird's flight. Across the universe the world has changed forever,
yet some things stay the same...
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