When you first meet someone, the first few seconds, if you're lucky enough, you get a glimpse of their soul. A flashback. Or flash forward. A premonition... But make no mistake, it only lasts a mere instant and it is not long before logic takes over and that voice inside you grows weaker and weaker until it dissolves completely. I always counted on the wind to show me where to go. And it is that same wind that draws people together; or drives them apart. Yet it all changes in a way and speed almost incomprehensible to us. Of three things I am certain: The postman always rings twice, umbrellas are unreliable and people always leave.
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