Two souls
A fresh soul, seeing movement and color for the first time
An old soul, slowing down from the friction of time and the grime of the road
Two souls
A fresh soul, feeling that love can be sweet without milk
An old soul, pausing to rest and discovering a tiny breeze of spring
Two souls
A fresh soul, empty of language and intention
An old soul, eroded into furrows from decades of talk
Two souls
Breathing each other's breath
Sharing their primal moment that reaches back to the Aboriginal Dream Time
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