Over-Soul

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By Albert Ahearn

A surreal chance encounter began when I bumped into her one lovely, Sunday afternoon while walking Fairview avenue. Both she and I apologized then looked into each others eyes. It was at that very moment the eyes revealed our involvement: we had once been husband and wife living a former different life but now gaze through and into different colored eyes, once blue. We recognized our mated souls part and parcel of over-soul.

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