The Exchange

What is coincidence but the recognition of a unique presence in action? A presence that doesn't suddenly exist, but never had a beginning or end. A feeling of warmth seizes us; this feeling we claim is rarely experienced, yet we forget that warmth hasn't left us since we took our very first breath.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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