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I see her through the looking glass and she see's me..
Our world is one that no one see's but yet as real as love..
Hard do the cold stones fall upon the frozen land spelling out our thoughts and feelings...
Yet through the stones warmth still flows and felt by those who know the stone...
Wonder though do they of knowledge about the validity of the warmth that spews forth...
Yet knowing not they continue basking in the warmth and digging deeper as more and more stones build...
Until there is a mountain of coals built upon the first and the small warmth has trans-morphed into a flaming spire of the spark...
Yet remain the stones and the looking glass.. Yet remain her and I... and yet time continues.. So even if the glass breaks the stones remain to remind of what was...
And through vast eon's and strange things true the spark remains deeply embedded into the hearts and souls even if it is never more in our minds as proof of what was and what will always be...
So to my Julia I know that even if we never meet these stones will remain as the proof to which what was our time if how ever long or short they remain and build with each passing day they can be forgotten but they will never be lost...
Soon the stones will build a world and that world will be ours to claim as we climb higher among the clouds to play in the castle made of sand as the world below vanishes among the earth as we rise into the heavens ascending to the realm beyond leaving all but that which is us as it remains below allowing the others to know of what transpired as our spark is merged into a new and stronger whole.