Our story weaved in out of several towns and many years: 

so many layers


We did not follow a straight path of meet, join, disperse

it was/ is  more of a series of lines that converged then diverged 


In twenty years,  forty ?   

I am sure we will meet again


maybe just a chance meeting at a long closed suburban mall 

something poetic about a third chance at a second hand store 











thanks to Majorana for the title

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