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Would you even notice me if you passed by me on the street? Maybe you would, but would look right through me, as we all seem to do to strangers. Perhaps if we were sitting next to each other or across from each other, our eyes might meet. Would you speak? Would you silently make a judgment of me? If we worked at the same place, would we be friends?

Our boundaries are the universe. Two become one, soaring. We talk and share. We laugh and play. We listen and cry. We dream and learn. The music is sweet, and our voices are soft. Our time together is precious, and time stands still.

Who would take this from me? Certainly not God. Who am I, or you, to do what God would not do?