Soulmate
Sometimes the Universe does all it can, but human hearts and minds are fallible.
We find each other
in every lifetime. This time,
just for a moment.
About the Creator
Ophelia Keane Braeden
Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!
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None of my writing is ever touched by AI.
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