I sense the first strands growing;
The threads of fate pulling me towards the one
Who will bind herself to me, and I to her.
She is hidden from me.
Her presence lingers beyond my vision.
Yet I know she feels the same thread twisting,
As it weaves itself between our wandering spirits.
When we find the source of our shared yearning,
Only then will the eternal tapestry's beauty be revealed
In all its glory.
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