Sometimes you walk under a moon lit sky searching for a missing shmata and sometimes you do the same under cloudy skies.
In light and in darkness you search because the echoes of the past reach into the present and the future and you wonder.
Wonder if what you hear is a lie told many times over many years or if it is the simplest and most powerful truth you’ll ever know.
Conflicted you stand in a field wondering if you’ll always wonder of if one day you’ll be able to say you know the truth without question or concern.
Once there were two souls…
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Mysterious.
Poetic.
Thank you.