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Forever Alight by Ivan Donn Carswell
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix of moving matter, and the signs all clattered with chance fêted as a sweet benefactor. When we were separate entities in clear air with a fair breeze and sailing on pleasure, scheming elements drove us together in a coincidental confluence of paths, a meeting in all innocence; but unlike ships that pass in the night, sharing glimpses of distant but unkown consequence – and sail on free in an unaltered conscience to reach detached destinations, our passage through life was changed irrevocably, our courses aligned by forces beyond our power to deflect. Do you remember it now? Do you recall how it was? In the mornings and in the clear light of day the freshness remains in the glorious evening stars still burning bright, the heavens forever alight. © I.D. Carswell
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