Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. ~ Rumi

Late night yumcha sessions with the Akurians. Talking about friends. Talking about places. Talking about people. Talking about dreams.

And there, among conversations of you and me and he and she and they and them, diamonds of memories sparkle. The years that went by. The years that binds us.

Frozen at the age of 16, whenever we are together.

Talking about friends. Talking about places. Talking about people. Talking about dreams. Hanging on to precious history. Making plans for remarkable adventures together. As always.

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