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Millenniums’ gestation of jade; centuries’ maturation of fate.
Like a ripple is the wheel of fortune,
opening up endless possibilities.
To the far end of the world,
I thought I would be drifted along the waves,
until at the unforseen confluence,
I was intercepted and held by you.
All seemingly unsure but all seem sure.
I found every step in my journey unplanned and arduous.
All seemingly random but all seem destined.
If only you believe,
it’s more than just by chance or just a game of chance.
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