Pond.

The place where the soul meets the spirit.

The place where they play.

Play with love.

It starts with a touch.

Each touch, a memory. 

Memory  that moves the surface. 

Memory that is written in the ripples.

Small, big, loud, silent. No matter.

The stronger the touch – the bigger the ripples

The bigger the ripples the stronger the memory.

Everything starts

with a single touch.

Where is it?

The last touch?

The first touch?

Look – and you might miss it.

Observe and you might see it.

The touch which started it all.

The touch which will end it all.

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