He gave me a piece of cake

And I accidentally touched his hand from beneath the plate. And I felt nothing more than a genuine familiarity.

What’s interesting about some stories, is that no matter how much time has passed in between, things still seem to be going in a straightforward direction.. things that you once thought were being locked in the past, suddenly become present and seem to have the patience to plant seeds also for the future…

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