... follow the stars and they lead me to where you are sleeping - in the cool shade of a desert palm... trace the lines in my palm and see how they end where yours begin
... go back to Gondwana to find us, to learn how we began - how we first met and how we got separated...
We were united in an oasis, once upon an ageless time, d'you remember... and when our lands tore, a palm tree was pulled apart too, d'you know?
... funny isn't it, she said, how some tales end up in the mouth - how stories happen, how snakes form rings - how beginnings and endings get fuzzy, how eyes fall into eyes and how nothingness connects everythingness
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