The encounter served them seconds of paradise. A familiar love was there; either the kind that was scribbled on The Maker's book or an ancient one meant to be reignited. History was brought to light when a torn soul had redeemed its other half; imponderable. The frame they were onto had phenomenal attributes parallel to complementing affection, interconnecting poles; those all were chosen to be ignored for best reasons. Horses were held.All Rights Reserved