Anticipation
Hope the days pass quickly, and uneventfully.
Until inner rhythms in harmony,
create unique peace, satisfaction,
and a sense of belonging.
A mystery,
whose location and origin is felt,
but not understood.
When kindred spirits become close,
and play once again.
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