I try to remember those moments often – the ones where you realize that something is happening, something that you cannot control, and you want to make a sketch of every minute detail, every breath, every touch, every sound. These are moments that define us, moments that must be remembered and conjured up often, lest we begin to lose the tiny fragments of what occured.

I sit alone and put my mind back to those times – the memories are so vivid, so magical, so meaningful. These are the moments that can and have and continue to change my life. No other word can describe it all so perfectly as “kismet.”

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