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Morning’s Reflections by Ivan Donn Carswell
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors and fêted to chance with a face. We were then both separate and free in our choosing sailed in clean air on the breeze, a following sea to sail where we pleased and our pleasure a duty of care. The elements schemed and drove us together, coincidence less than a plan, a confluence of paths, an innocent meeting but innocence died in the pan; unlike ships in the night that pass on the right sharing glimpses of distant desires – and sail on free to a known destiny with conscience as clear as the skies. Our passage through life was changed on that night, our courses aligned in the hour by forces and choices beyond our resources, driven by unlimited power. The morning’s reflections in clear light of day were freshened by stars in the sky, forever alight and still burning bright and showing the reason why. © I.D. Carswell
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