I met him on a frosty white morn, some time in December when the sun was warm. The frozen forest and sky were one, encasing me in a sphere that was spun. A moment of magic in time and space forever past and future perfect in place.
He said to me "do you remember a million years ago, when laughter somehow owned your soul"? I said "I do and there was you beneath my wings of ice and snow, to lift me up and make me whole".
Then from the sky there came a light that pierced the grey and sunless night. Liquid crystals and powdered snow at once caught fire to warm my soul.
I heard myself sing to me, a song of freedom ever so gently. A lullaby so serene that it made the moment evergreen.
So take my hand and if you dare a million memories I will share. But one thing you must promise me and that is love eternally.
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