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  • Writer's pictureJacqueline Le Sueur


We stepped onto each other’s paths, you and I, your journey and mine entwined.

Paths that crossed unexpectedly, the hand of destiny editing our scripts. A magical moment.

Like flowers blossoming in the warmth of spring, we turned to face into each other’s light.

And in that light our souls dance, to a sacred rhythm. Beyond all time and space.

In your physical absence your presence echoes in my heart and soul. Here… although you are there.

Singapore, 2005

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