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everything was great.
everyone was great.
But Who is Connie?
I'm only just now finding out about her.
What is the true, deepest nature of our connection?

Many relationships here are special.
My family.
My friends.
My animals.
So much magic, so much energy.

So much love.

And the interesting people you meet.
The flashes of brightness.
That catch of your eye.
That's all great.

But Who is Connie?

Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
This cannot be all.

Who is that girl?

What's in her soul and when did she come to me?

I choose to be aware.
Switched on - in this life.
To know, to learn.
The inner workings.
Of my life, of my soul.
Of reality.
And to believe I know,
what happens when this life is over.
And still I ask,
Who is Connie?

There is something more here.
I know it.
This energy, this LOVE.
- is something that's written all over my soul.

So who is she?

Will I ever know?

I must.

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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