The story of our origin has no begining, we can only trace it back to desire, a yearning for experience of other.
And then the other we became though love, losing our mind among the stars, 'til we forgot who or where or what we are.
When we changed to you and I we became the other, almost remembering where we were with no time, but always falling appart.
This is the story of origin of love, the only thing there truly exists, all else is dance of wind, water, flames and sand.
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