Sometimes, a soul enters my realm; one who may simply be passing through. Their purpose is finite – to briefly be the mirror as I gaze upon the reflection of my own heart. Some are angels; some are lessons; some remain unknown. Yet, no matter. I embrace them for however they come and for however long they stay.
Swiftly, time passes, and moments slip by all too quickly. The time to release rises like the morning sun as the moon fades into the long shadows of memory. The healing complete, desire renewed. In gratitude, I set my intentions and cast my destiny to the shining stars surrounding the crescent moon.
Crossing a River of Souls 
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