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In times of old, Cinderella had a fairy God mother, that gave her the tools, a horse and carriage, to meet a true love, an unexpected face to face with a prince that was captivated by her. In modern times, it could be a Southwest jet? Flown by a pilot, not a carriage driven by a coachmen like in times of old. The moral of this tale, there is a time limit on the duration of deep and true love, and it's trappings, but the memory and imprints it leaves in the hearts of the innocents it touches, mysteriously remain. The prince of old, searched far and wide for the one that left such an imprint in his heart, longing to overcome all obstacles to join her, and make their heart become one, the unique imprint in each, when over layed, became mirror images of the other, a perfect match in an unexpected place. So it is, with any prince in any era, seeking a match for an imprint left in his heart, trying to overcome the obstacles, to open a path to her heart, hoping they can find one another. Feel again, the deep and true love, a gift only given once, needing a little sprinkling of magic, to decorate the ribbon, and make the package whole.

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